DAME MÁS GASOLINA // OPEN

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabe could hear someone outside the log, and he gave another valiant wiggle, talons leaving scores along the wood. He didn't have to wait long before the stranger revealed themselves, though he had to admit, it was disconcerting for the empty space at the other side to suddenly be filled by a white face staring straight at him unblinkingly. He'd seen worse things, but the awkward silence passing was enough to make it fucking awful, and he gazed straight back at the feline, dark eyes narrowed. "Am I? Hadn't noticed." Okay, the guy didn't deserve that, and normally he was better at reining in his temper, but at the moment, he was humiliated and agitated, so staving off the attitude would take more effort than usual. Making an odd growl deep in his chest, the owl-cat squirmed more, the position a vulnerable one that he had no intention of staying in longer than he had to be. If he had to claw his way out of this damn thing, he would, although the plan of setting himself on fire grew more appealing as the moments ticked onward.

And, as though the scenario wasn't already awful, the world decided to throw Moon at him. His beak clacked, and he knew he couldn't look very menacing half stuck in a log -the kid could escape his baleful glare, which was 89% of the intimidation factor- so he'd have to resort to other methods. "Pendejo, as soon as I get out of this, you're gonna wake up not knowing your own name," he barked darkly, vowing to get some kind of revenge on the kid, although he supposed in the flow of things, this was probably payback for hitting him in the face with the plaque. However, Gabe would argue that incident was not his fault. Sighing, he dropped his head against the log, ears flat against his skull. Mice and Moon were both going to feel his wrath as soon as he managed to tear himself out of this.

Fortunately, he might not have to go through that; he could hear a somewhat familiar voice through the wood. She was the lady who'd bantered with Sombra, wasn't she? Flirted, more like, though that wasn't important. Entertaining, yes, but it wasn't going to get him out of this log. "And it might be the last thing you see." All right, he was still snippy; at least she followed up with some suggestions to help, and seemed like she actually planned to lend a hand, unlike the kid still enjoying the show, and the set of eyes staring at him.

Rolling him back wasn't so appealing, however. He could do mud- that wasn't an issue, but this wasn't the most comfortable of places to go rolling around in, so that was the more appealing option. The sooner he could get out the better, because his wings were starting to ache, and his skin stung from the many places he'd caught it trying to wriggle free. Nothing he couldn't handle, just...annoying. He twitched his ears, hearing another voice; Imperia was offering another solution: water, to weaken the log. "Anything works. Hell, set the thing on fire if you want, so long as I get out."

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