08-02-2018, 02:36 PM
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Gabe struggled to keep from making his exasperation known, although considering how minute his range of expressions was, his only real tell was the twitching of his good wing. It wasn't that Gabe didn't appreciate the assistance, but he'd never been one for accepting concern with grace. He hadn't needed to worry about that for a while now, considering most of the scrapes he'd gotten himself into since waking up in this fucked up body were the sort to laugh at, not tut over. Not to mention another factor in his discomfort was how young many of them were, especially in The Ascendants. Kids not even half his age yet were sticking their paws in wounds, and he couldn't say how old this wolf was -canines were difficult to age, especially mutated ones- but there had to be at least a year and a half between them. Young enough to have better things to do than mind Gabriel, though again, it wasn't that he was ungrateful. He could use a few laughs, however much they strained his ribs, and he didn't do much to stifle the rumble in his throat. "I'm not that old. I can manage to pull myself out at least halfway."
The hybrid shifted where he stood, wondering if he adjusted his stance some of the bruises might be less annoying, though all it did was make other bruises that much more agitating. He could deal with that. The fact that they were inflicted by his son cut deeper than any of the injuries, not to mention the few people to see the debacle just- stood there. Gabriel wasn't as loyal to organizations as he used to be, back when he found more meaning in life, but it was easier than it should have been to grow fond for a group of people, and the affection turned sour in his mouth, ashes he couldn't swallow so easily.
He supposed he shouldn't have expected anything different. Hell, he didn't even know if he had, but that was his burden. Everyone had their own shit to deal with.
It wasn't so difficult to leave those thoughts behind, not when the mutated wolf didn't mind a bit of back-and-forth. This time, Gabe rolled his eyes, though with how dark they were, it probably wasn't even noticeable. "Not how I'd phrase it." Well, there went some of his fur and a few feathers. If he kept going, people were going to think he was balding, which wasn't something he wanted to deal with.
Not that it would matter, in the end.
"All right, if that's how you want to play it. I'll find out eventually." Was it Desmond? No, he didn't look like a Desmond. Or a Destin. Desman? That was the last 'Des' name he could think of, and none of them seemed right, so it was probably not a shortening of something, or it was and he just hadn't heard the name before. Gabe supposed he was lucky that most people could easily guess his. Gabriel was nothing unconventional.
He was then distracted by Vandal, mostly by the glowing thing she did, and he dragged his gaze away, back to Des when he started asking questions. Was it a digestive thing? Honestly, Gabe didn't know. He hadn't drank anything in this new body, and was a bit paranoid to, considering eating resulted in hacking up pellets. Drinking water was fine, but he really wasn't certain how his hybridized digestive system would take alcohol. Some sangria wouldn't be too bad right about now, or just about anything. He wasn't picky, not unless he could be. "I might have to take you up on that very secret offer." The owl-cat sent his ribs into another chorus of "no why are you dumb" when he laughed, and he nearly did so again at the next comment, but he interrupted it with a cough. That still hurt, but it wasn't as prolonged.
Dark eyes glittered. "I could kick you for no reason." For a moment, his expression emptied, gaze set somewhere beyond Des, though twitching his injured wing was more than enough to bring him back to the present. He couldn't afford to do that again, and he gave himself a mental shake, eyes brightening again. "If I decide to die, it's because of our conversation." He fell into step with the taller male after taking a moment to cut back another chuckle, and round the same time, there was the arrival of a small child, dividing Gabriel's focus between Des and the feline; the offer was...sweet, but he'd rather not have a child deal with his injured self, if only because, as aforementioned, the young had other things to do than tend to old-ish grumps.
He couldn't tell Junji to fuck off though, even when he asked a question Gabe would have thrown himself off a cliff to avoid. "Don't supposed you'd believe me if I told you it was a friendly disagreement?" It wasn't quite a lie, though of course, not the truth either. The truth was too much to give any stranger, however gentle or unassuming. He could barely keep it straight with himself.
The mention of alcohol served as an appreciated distraction he didn't mind latching onto. "Capricorn Tavern? More star shit. Great." It was more likely named after the tropic, but considering the two went hand-in-hand, that didn't matter. "Hope the alcohol's worth it."
//ofc!! who makes?
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Gabe struggled to keep from making his exasperation known, although considering how minute his range of expressions was, his only real tell was the twitching of his good wing. It wasn't that Gabe didn't appreciate the assistance, but he'd never been one for accepting concern with grace. He hadn't needed to worry about that for a while now, considering most of the scrapes he'd gotten himself into since waking up in this fucked up body were the sort to laugh at, not tut over. Not to mention another factor in his discomfort was how young many of them were, especially in The Ascendants. Kids not even half his age yet were sticking their paws in wounds, and he couldn't say how old this wolf was -canines were difficult to age, especially mutated ones- but there had to be at least a year and a half between them. Young enough to have better things to do than mind Gabriel, though again, it wasn't that he was ungrateful. He could use a few laughs, however much they strained his ribs, and he didn't do much to stifle the rumble in his throat. "I'm not that old. I can manage to pull myself out at least halfway."
The hybrid shifted where he stood, wondering if he adjusted his stance some of the bruises might be less annoying, though all it did was make other bruises that much more agitating. He could deal with that. The fact that they were inflicted by his son cut deeper than any of the injuries, not to mention the few people to see the debacle just- stood there. Gabriel wasn't as loyal to organizations as he used to be, back when he found more meaning in life, but it was easier than it should have been to grow fond for a group of people, and the affection turned sour in his mouth, ashes he couldn't swallow so easily.
He supposed he shouldn't have expected anything different. Hell, he didn't even know if he had, but that was his burden. Everyone had their own shit to deal with.
It wasn't so difficult to leave those thoughts behind, not when the mutated wolf didn't mind a bit of back-and-forth. This time, Gabe rolled his eyes, though with how dark they were, it probably wasn't even noticeable. "Not how I'd phrase it." Well, there went some of his fur and a few feathers. If he kept going, people were going to think he was balding, which wasn't something he wanted to deal with.
Not that it would matter, in the end.
"All right, if that's how you want to play it. I'll find out eventually." Was it Desmond? No, he didn't look like a Desmond. Or a Destin. Desman? That was the last 'Des' name he could think of, and none of them seemed right, so it was probably not a shortening of something, or it was and he just hadn't heard the name before. Gabe supposed he was lucky that most people could easily guess his. Gabriel was nothing unconventional.
He was then distracted by Vandal, mostly by the glowing thing she did, and he dragged his gaze away, back to Des when he started asking questions. Was it a digestive thing? Honestly, Gabe didn't know. He hadn't drank anything in this new body, and was a bit paranoid to, considering eating resulted in hacking up pellets. Drinking water was fine, but he really wasn't certain how his hybridized digestive system would take alcohol. Some sangria wouldn't be too bad right about now, or just about anything. He wasn't picky, not unless he could be. "I might have to take you up on that very secret offer." The owl-cat sent his ribs into another chorus of "no why are you dumb" when he laughed, and he nearly did so again at the next comment, but he interrupted it with a cough. That still hurt, but it wasn't as prolonged.
Dark eyes glittered. "I could kick you for no reason." For a moment, his expression emptied, gaze set somewhere beyond Des, though twitching his injured wing was more than enough to bring him back to the present. He couldn't afford to do that again, and he gave himself a mental shake, eyes brightening again. "If I decide to die, it's because of our conversation." He fell into step with the taller male after taking a moment to cut back another chuckle, and round the same time, there was the arrival of a small child, dividing Gabriel's focus between Des and the feline; the offer was...sweet, but he'd rather not have a child deal with his injured self, if only because, as aforementioned, the young had other things to do than tend to old-ish grumps.
He couldn't tell Junji to fuck off though, even when he asked a question Gabe would have thrown himself off a cliff to avoid. "Don't supposed you'd believe me if I told you it was a friendly disagreement?" It wasn't quite a lie, though of course, not the truth either. The truth was too much to give any stranger, however gentle or unassuming. He could barely keep it straight with himself.
The mention of alcohol served as an appreciated distraction he didn't mind latching onto. "Capricorn Tavern? More star shit. Great." It was more likely named after the tropic, but considering the two went hand-in-hand, that didn't matter. "Hope the alcohol's worth it."
//ofc!! who makes?
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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