GOOD IS NOT A THING YOU DO / o, joining

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"Do I have to separate you?" Jesus, Gabriel hated walking into other people's baggage. The courteous thing might be to help them sort it out, or at the very least get it out of the way, but in all honesty, when it came to adults' personal shit, he didn't care to entangle himself in it unless he had to. Children he was more than happy to offer some assistance, because they had a whole path ahead of them, but in regards to grown strangers...not so much, and the hybrid settled his dark gaze on the pair, the muscles around slightly raised. Whatever history the pair had together, Gabe wouldn't go poking his nose in it. Probably. There was the possibility that he'd get bored and wouldn't be able to resist the tempation of knowing things not technically under his purview, but for now, he didn't want to see, hear, or smell it.

The matter at hand was the canine's joining, so after another weighted moment, he rolled his shoulders into a shrug. "Yeah, there's an observatory. You're welcome to it," because apparently the newcomer he hadn't met yet wasn't going to say as much, "so long as you don't fuck anything up. I'm Gabe. Try not to get lost in the grass."

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