YOU'RE A NATURAL // OPEN

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabe wouldn't necessarily consider socializing a matter of art, although maybe, with the broad ranges of styles and various ridiculous backgrounds brought to the table, he should. Of course, if he thought that way, it would...diminish the experiences of someone like Lazarus. Painting wasn't everything, and thus, socializing wasn't everything, but it was still a component he wanted his adopted kid to at least taste without cringing away from the bitterness. Was it so awful of the hybrid to want to give him better than what he used to have? Yeah, maybe that wasn't a high standard considering Laz was from a slum, where he fought through blood for a bone, but that didn't give him any less reason to try, even if it was as simple as hanging a sign around Laz's neck to say what the Cane Corso couldn't. Which was a lot, but Gabe would do his best to cover the important bits and hope that people were discerning enough to read between the lines; otherwise, if they couldn't manage that, Gabriel didn't want Laz associating with them anyway.

This had better amount to something at least. His beak wasn't appreciating the treatment, and Gabe worried his body might spontaneously go intangible, as it so loved to do, but for the time-being, he was solid. He wished he wasn't, that he could go through the ground and disappear as soon as Laz outlined why, exactly, it seemed fucking stupid to carve out a dash over the letter. "Are you- fucking hell." The hybrid banged his head against the wooden plank once, twice, and a third time. "You're a shit and I hate you." He glared balefully at the grinning canine, though there was no heat in his words, and after a moment of considering hitting his face on the board again, he took it between his talons and sent it spinning away from him.

Honestly, if it hit someone, Gabe probably couldn't find it in himself to care.
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