07-19-2018, 03:20 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabe was startled from his dilemma by a sneeze, or what sounded to be a sneeze; he couldn't be certain, and he glanced up from both forms of his meals to the familiar alabaster figure of Elon. Right. He should've guessed she would be the one to find him. Better her than Lazarus, maybe, if only because he knew it weirded the kid out as much as it did Gabe, whereas his impressions of Elon made her seem less inclined to be disgusted by his general- hybridness. Pointy, tufted ears shifted back a bit when she approached closer, though of all the things he thought she might do, grabbing at one of the pellets wasn't even on the list. He didn't initially answer, onyx eyes more or less conveying "what the fuck" pretty clearly. Herbal remedies? What the hell kind of herbal remedy needed bones and whatever else was in the sacks of misery? "Gross is a vast understatement," the hybrid said at last, but it wasn't really an answer to her question. What was he supposed to say? "Feel free to take my bone sacks, I wasn't going to use them for anything." "Do whatever you want with them. Just don't do it around me." Gabe wasn't queasy by any means, especially around blood, but these pellets were on their own tier of revolting.
He watched her wipe her paw across the grass, wanting to tell her she'd need a lot more to clean that than water, but she was staring at the dead rodent now. So she'd touched one of his pellets, and still had enough of an appetite to want something he caught? "¡Híjole!" The expression was murmured, and he felt like his grandmother for a moment, if only because he would have gone for something more crass but momentarily lost a grasp of words. Gabe exhaled, and then nodded his permission, her choice of phrasing unnoticed; it wasn't the first time he'd have heard someone say hands over paws. Or talons, in his case. Which seemed to be her next point of interest, by her question. A griffin? He didn't think he was anything so mythical or- legendary as that, just a lab fuck-up. Whatever she felt when she looked at him -he was assuming it was envy of some kind, from their first meeting- wasn't something he'd indulge, or snuff out. That would mean giving her details of his past, and he hadn't really handed that amount of trust over to anyone other than Lazarus.
Everyone had secrets, but Gabe was more keen on ignoring his own as best he could. "I don't really know. Not anything that majestic, anyway." The creature flexed his claws, tearing through dirt, before he raised his head to consider Elon for a moment. "Neat's not the word I'd use, but- thanks? I could go without the hacking part, at least."
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He watched her wipe her paw across the grass, wanting to tell her she'd need a lot more to clean that than water, but she was staring at the dead rodent now. So she'd touched one of his pellets, and still had enough of an appetite to want something he caught? "¡Híjole!" The expression was murmured, and he felt like his grandmother for a moment, if only because he would have gone for something more crass but momentarily lost a grasp of words. Gabe exhaled, and then nodded his permission, her choice of phrasing unnoticed; it wasn't the first time he'd have heard someone say hands over paws. Or talons, in his case. Which seemed to be her next point of interest, by her question. A griffin? He didn't think he was anything so mythical or- legendary as that, just a lab fuck-up. Whatever she felt when she looked at him -he was assuming it was envy of some kind, from their first meeting- wasn't something he'd indulge, or snuff out. That would mean giving her details of his past, and he hadn't really handed that amount of trust over to anyone other than Lazarus.
Everyone had secrets, but Gabe was more keen on ignoring his own as best he could. "I don't really know. Not anything that majestic, anyway." The creature flexed his claws, tearing through dirt, before he raised his head to consider Elon for a moment. "Neat's not the word I'd use, but- thanks? I could go without the hacking part, at least."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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