07-19-2018, 12:53 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]An amused snort left Gabriel's maw at the first words to leave Merihem's mouth, almost making him drop the cigarette he was getting ready to light. Gay heaven? Hell, if he had anything to say about it he figured this was closer to gay hell, if he was there. Heaven was the farthest place he belonged in, despite the wings on his back and a long dead mother.
It seemed that Merihem seemed to realize that as well, maybe not the 'hell' part but the part that he wasn't quite dead yet. Yet. It was warm enough that he wouldn't get hypothermia, but by his appearance it was more than possible that he would fall over and die from starvation any second now.
"Yeah, sorry about that. You're still alive, I'm afraid," he responded, then quirked a brow at Merihem's further statement. He didn't comment on it, nor on the wink, and instead nodding towards his request for a cigarette, something Gabriel assumed meant he was safe to smoke his own as well.
"Here," he passed the now-lit stick over to the newcomer, pressing his own to his lips not soon after and peering down at Merihem with half-lidded eyes, thoughtfully analyzing him. There was very little he could do here, very little that he could say, but if it was up to him the kid should have been allowed to stay. If this place had accepted someone like Gabriel, then he doubted someone like Merihem would be too much of a hassle. If things got out of hand, no one here was above murder (or at least that's what he assumed) and if they could take down an entire dire-wolf, they could take down a cat who looked half dead.
Which reminded him.
"Not sure how long it'll take for someone else to come over that can give you your answer, though if it makes you feel any better you're alright in my book. But, I'd hate to have you die halfway back to the ship from starvation and I think we can spare something for you to eat if you want?"
It seemed that Merihem seemed to realize that as well, maybe not the 'hell' part but the part that he wasn't quite dead yet. Yet. It was warm enough that he wouldn't get hypothermia, but by his appearance it was more than possible that he would fall over and die from starvation any second now.
"Yeah, sorry about that. You're still alive, I'm afraid," he responded, then quirked a brow at Merihem's further statement. He didn't comment on it, nor on the wink, and instead nodding towards his request for a cigarette, something Gabriel assumed meant he was safe to smoke his own as well.
"Here," he passed the now-lit stick over to the newcomer, pressing his own to his lips not soon after and peering down at Merihem with half-lidded eyes, thoughtfully analyzing him. There was very little he could do here, very little that he could say, but if it was up to him the kid should have been allowed to stay. If this place had accepted someone like Gabriel, then he doubted someone like Merihem would be too much of a hassle. If things got out of hand, no one here was above murder (or at least that's what he assumed) and if they could take down an entire dire-wolf, they could take down a cat who looked half dead.
Which reminded him.
"Not sure how long it'll take for someone else to come over that can give you your answer, though if it makes you feel any better you're alright in my book. But, I'd hate to have you die halfway back to the ship from starvation and I think we can spare something for you to eat if you want?"
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