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Part of his distaste revolving around someone tutting over him was just the attention. However snide he could be, and how he was never one to decline a good series of banter, standing center stage was never a preference or a desire. Maybe other people wanted to steal everyone's gazes, but Gabriel worked better out of sight and out of mind, standing off to the sidelines where it was much less agitating and he could glare freely. Maybe that was the street-rat in him. Drawing attention when you were in the middle of stealing someone's dinner to feed your sisters wasn't precisely bright, and once he kickstarted his mini-career, those childhood skills became cemented as people relied on him for doing what only the unseen could.
Of course, that was a bit more difficult now that he was a walking freakshow, but he'd left that life behind him anyhow. He just had a feeling it was creeping up to bite him in the ass, although- it couldn't be much of a feeling after a former subordinate told him about someone cutting loose threads. That, however, could wait for when he wasn't fresh from an ass-kicking, which meant he'd have to abide Des' sociability and focus. There was something more to the former that he couldn't put a finger on just yet, but maybe with more time, he could figure out what he was doing, being so gregarious. He wasn't kissing ass, at least, otherwise he wouldn't be giving Gabe as much shit.
Not that he minded. It was an appreciated distraction. "If I end up passing out, I give you full permission to slap me until I wake up." Gabriel couldn't remember a time when pain had driven him unconscious. Adrenaline had usually kept him wide-eyed, considering the cirumstances he'd find himself in when he took one too many hits. He was still kicking, though, which was more than he could say for most of the people who'd placed themselves between him and his destination, something he couldn't call a point of pride as much as a testament of his own tunnel-vision. Everything would be so much simpler if it weren't for bright-eyed people going for the wrong causes.
Gabriel was left to stew in those thoughts for a short while, silence reigning between the pair as Des led him to the shack. Thankfully, it wasn't too much time, not nearly enough for him to fall into any kind of fugue, and then the horned wolf was talking again as he held the door open. The hybrid huffed exasperatedly as he walked past him, into the hut, head turning around while he stood in place. The one good thing about his owl structure was how much ground his gaze could cover when his head could just about twist all the way around. Pretty useful for creeping people out, too, though he wouldn't try it with Des; he doubted it'd do more than make himself look like an idiot. "Pain's not an issue, but I won't say no to alcohol." His obsidian stare returned to Des, expression an empty slate for a moment.
"Dunno if I should be amused or wounded that you think a bit of conversation's my weakness." He snorted, rolling his shoulders and ignoring the tug in his ribs. "Yeah, I got the small stuff handled, just tell me you've got disinfectant that's not alcoholic."
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Part of his distaste revolving around someone tutting over him was just the attention. However snide he could be, and how he was never one to decline a good series of banter, standing center stage was never a preference or a desire. Maybe other people wanted to steal everyone's gazes, but Gabriel worked better out of sight and out of mind, standing off to the sidelines where it was much less agitating and he could glare freely. Maybe that was the street-rat in him. Drawing attention when you were in the middle of stealing someone's dinner to feed your sisters wasn't precisely bright, and once he kickstarted his mini-career, those childhood skills became cemented as people relied on him for doing what only the unseen could.
Of course, that was a bit more difficult now that he was a walking freakshow, but he'd left that life behind him anyhow. He just had a feeling it was creeping up to bite him in the ass, although- it couldn't be much of a feeling after a former subordinate told him about someone cutting loose threads. That, however, could wait for when he wasn't fresh from an ass-kicking, which meant he'd have to abide Des' sociability and focus. There was something more to the former that he couldn't put a finger on just yet, but maybe with more time, he could figure out what he was doing, being so gregarious. He wasn't kissing ass, at least, otherwise he wouldn't be giving Gabe as much shit.
Not that he minded. It was an appreciated distraction. "If I end up passing out, I give you full permission to slap me until I wake up." Gabriel couldn't remember a time when pain had driven him unconscious. Adrenaline had usually kept him wide-eyed, considering the cirumstances he'd find himself in when he took one too many hits. He was still kicking, though, which was more than he could say for most of the people who'd placed themselves between him and his destination, something he couldn't call a point of pride as much as a testament of his own tunnel-vision. Everything would be so much simpler if it weren't for bright-eyed people going for the wrong causes.
Gabriel was left to stew in those thoughts for a short while, silence reigning between the pair as Des led him to the shack. Thankfully, it wasn't too much time, not nearly enough for him to fall into any kind of fugue, and then the horned wolf was talking again as he held the door open. The hybrid huffed exasperatedly as he walked past him, into the hut, head turning around while he stood in place. The one good thing about his owl structure was how much ground his gaze could cover when his head could just about twist all the way around. Pretty useful for creeping people out, too, though he wouldn't try it with Des; he doubted it'd do more than make himself look like an idiot. "Pain's not an issue, but I won't say no to alcohol." His obsidian stare returned to Des, expression an empty slate for a moment.
"Dunno if I should be amused or wounded that you think a bit of conversation's my weakness." He snorted, rolling his shoulders and ignoring the tug in his ribs. "Yeah, I got the small stuff handled, just tell me you've got disinfectant that's not alcoholic."
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[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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