08-02-2018, 08:54 PM
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That was a thing they had in common, then - avoiding the spotlight. It was made for people who knew how to use it, the extroverts that basked in the attention both positive and negative and knew how to deal with both. There was an art to it that Des had never bothered to perfect, knowing very well that he wasn't built for it. It never paid off, and even when he had taken to leading the group of his way back when, it was with heavy shoulders. He was good at talking, though, and at entertaining, and maybe that was why so many people thought he was far more social than he actually was. It'd probably come as a surprise to all just how much he hated attention, for at first glance he drew it all to himself with his incessant talking and jokes.
But more than he hated attention, he hated seeing others in pain, whether it be emotional and physical. He knew he was good at distracting people from their thoughts, and he put that skill to work whenever applicable, no matter the pain it caused him. The easy smile never dropped, though. No, that was one thing he had perfected. Fake it till you make it, and all that crap, right? Maybe if he talked long enough he'd talk himself into the happiness he tried to spread.
And, as proved by Gabe's reaction, the distraction often was worthwhile.
As the hybrid took the cozy space in (big enough to fit them both but homey enough to not echo), Des got to work shuffling around his supplies, digging through all kinds of potions, bandages, medicines and herbs to get what he figured would be best needed to this situation. A soft chuckle left his maw at his statement that the pain wouldn't be an issue (he had a pretty high pain tolerance but even he screamed when setting bones back) but didn't comment on it, instead briefly stopping his digging to step over to a locked box right next to everything else. "Hope you're sure about that," he murmured, before picking the lock open and lifting the top to expose the components.
It was a fairly big collection, with different kinds of bottles all lined up neatly, ready for the taking. Despite being full and giving the impression of being untouched, it wasn't because Des never drank. Rather, he drank profusely enough to have a need for brand new bottles, occasionally supplied to him by the tavern that Junji had mentioned to Gabriel already. He didn't like the company, though, going back to the whole 'introvert' thing, so the stash was useful when he wanted to be alone and drown his sorrows. Whether or not Gabriel picked up on that, however, depended on how smart he was and how long he spent around the canine.
"'Ve got pretty much... anything. Everything. Name something you like and I recon I'll find it in here," he pointed towards the box, allowing Gabe to search through it as he saw fit, and returned to the more pressing matters by finally readying everything he needed, along with the disinfectant Gabe had just pointed out along with a comment that made him laugh once more.
"If I recall correctly, you were the one who said, and I quote, 'If I decide to die, it's because of our conversation.' Your words, old man, not mine," he analyzed the bottle in his hands, then put it down with a sharp, mischievous grin pointed Gabriel's way. What would be the fun in just giving it to him, when he was setting himself up so easily for more of the banter Des was so good at? "Nope, just the alcohol I'm afraid. You're gonna smell like vodka by the end of this, sorry, though there's worse things to smell like." A brief moment of silence passed between them, then with another low chuckle he passed the disinfectant over lest the man take him up on that challenge and waste a perfectly good bottle of Vodka. "Here."
That was a thing they had in common, then - avoiding the spotlight. It was made for people who knew how to use it, the extroverts that basked in the attention both positive and negative and knew how to deal with both. There was an art to it that Des had never bothered to perfect, knowing very well that he wasn't built for it. It never paid off, and even when he had taken to leading the group of his way back when, it was with heavy shoulders. He was good at talking, though, and at entertaining, and maybe that was why so many people thought he was far more social than he actually was. It'd probably come as a surprise to all just how much he hated attention, for at first glance he drew it all to himself with his incessant talking and jokes.
But more than he hated attention, he hated seeing others in pain, whether it be emotional and physical. He knew he was good at distracting people from their thoughts, and he put that skill to work whenever applicable, no matter the pain it caused him. The easy smile never dropped, though. No, that was one thing he had perfected. Fake it till you make it, and all that crap, right? Maybe if he talked long enough he'd talk himself into the happiness he tried to spread.
And, as proved by Gabe's reaction, the distraction often was worthwhile.
As the hybrid took the cozy space in (big enough to fit them both but homey enough to not echo), Des got to work shuffling around his supplies, digging through all kinds of potions, bandages, medicines and herbs to get what he figured would be best needed to this situation. A soft chuckle left his maw at his statement that the pain wouldn't be an issue (he had a pretty high pain tolerance but even he screamed when setting bones back) but didn't comment on it, instead briefly stopping his digging to step over to a locked box right next to everything else. "Hope you're sure about that," he murmured, before picking the lock open and lifting the top to expose the components.
It was a fairly big collection, with different kinds of bottles all lined up neatly, ready for the taking. Despite being full and giving the impression of being untouched, it wasn't because Des never drank. Rather, he drank profusely enough to have a need for brand new bottles, occasionally supplied to him by the tavern that Junji had mentioned to Gabriel already. He didn't like the company, though, going back to the whole 'introvert' thing, so the stash was useful when he wanted to be alone and drown his sorrows. Whether or not Gabriel picked up on that, however, depended on how smart he was and how long he spent around the canine.
"'Ve got pretty much... anything. Everything. Name something you like and I recon I'll find it in here," he pointed towards the box, allowing Gabe to search through it as he saw fit, and returned to the more pressing matters by finally readying everything he needed, along with the disinfectant Gabe had just pointed out along with a comment that made him laugh once more.
"If I recall correctly, you were the one who said, and I quote, 'If I decide to die, it's because of our conversation.' Your words, old man, not mine," he analyzed the bottle in his hands, then put it down with a sharp, mischievous grin pointed Gabriel's way. What would be the fun in just giving it to him, when he was setting himself up so easily for more of the banter Des was so good at? "Nope, just the alcohol I'm afraid. You're gonna smell like vodka by the end of this, sorry, though there's worse things to smell like." A brief moment of silence passed between them, then with another low chuckle he passed the disinfectant over lest the man take him up on that challenge and waste a perfectly good bottle of Vodka. "Here."
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