08-07-2018, 02:21 PM
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Most of the time, during his job and elsewhere, he'd get to them when they were kids. Des would need a separate approach because of many reasons, one being his age, though that wasn't to say the children were any less of a challenge, or Des more so. It was always a matter of finding their motivation -if they had one beyond survival- and what they responded to best, whether it was softer words while he flattened himself or speaking loudly and acting casually with his body positioning. The former was usually for the small children, and the ones who seemed to find larger creatures -along with sounds- formidable. The latter was a bit rarer in his experience, a method Gabriel used when the person was one who'd only known the quiet, who could use a reminder that they didn't need to hide anymmore. Gabriel wasn't always successful, though. He wasn't a behavioralist or psychiatrist, just a guy who'd been there once and would spare them the gritty road if he could.
There were times he'd chosen the wrong technique and scared the child off, or their temporary docility fell to an aggression he couldn't break through again. He'd been reminded many times that it wasn't his job to pull clean-up, or babysit, but as far as he could see, no one had considered it their responsibility when they should have.
But he wasn't a miracle-worker, and as much as he considered how to find whatever it was Des kept disguised, he couldn't fool himself into thinking he would be able to, or that Des would allow it. He wasn't a child. He'd made it this far, and Gabe couldn't say that when he was around his age he wanted anyone poking around in his life, let alone some washed-out old man. It was simply a bitter pill for him to swallow when he found he couldn't help someone. You'd think he'd be used to it by now.
The pain he was better accustomed to, and when he turned around, he hadn't anticipated Des to hesitate away from him, as though he expected some kind of retribution from Gabe for what was, by all means, an act of kindness. Had Gabriel given him that impression? He might have, and he would need to retrace his steps to keep from presenting himself like that again. Maybe his inaction would serve to show he wouldn't attack him over a bit of necessary pain. "Don't get cheeky."
His quiet expression of gratitude at least garnered a better reaction. The brief burst of wagging didn't go unnoticed, though he didn't comment on it, because while it was an improved response compared to shifting away from him, Gabe could recognize discomfort. He wouldn't pry. Even he grew gruff when people thanked him.
The hybrid took a few more laps of mezcal, and the muscles between his eyes shifted in the equivalent of raised eyebrows. He straightened back up, head tilting in a distinctly avian fashion. "Tour guide and nurse? Multi-talented." Gabe snorted, rising to stand. "Lead the way. I'll let you know if I want to be launched into the ocean."
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Most of the time, during his job and elsewhere, he'd get to them when they were kids. Des would need a separate approach because of many reasons, one being his age, though that wasn't to say the children were any less of a challenge, or Des more so. It was always a matter of finding their motivation -if they had one beyond survival- and what they responded to best, whether it was softer words while he flattened himself or speaking loudly and acting casually with his body positioning. The former was usually for the small children, and the ones who seemed to find larger creatures -along with sounds- formidable. The latter was a bit rarer in his experience, a method Gabriel used when the person was one who'd only known the quiet, who could use a reminder that they didn't need to hide anymmore. Gabriel wasn't always successful, though. He wasn't a behavioralist or psychiatrist, just a guy who'd been there once and would spare them the gritty road if he could.
There were times he'd chosen the wrong technique and scared the child off, or their temporary docility fell to an aggression he couldn't break through again. He'd been reminded many times that it wasn't his job to pull clean-up, or babysit, but as far as he could see, no one had considered it their responsibility when they should have.
But he wasn't a miracle-worker, and as much as he considered how to find whatever it was Des kept disguised, he couldn't fool himself into thinking he would be able to, or that Des would allow it. He wasn't a child. He'd made it this far, and Gabe couldn't say that when he was around his age he wanted anyone poking around in his life, let alone some washed-out old man. It was simply a bitter pill for him to swallow when he found he couldn't help someone. You'd think he'd be used to it by now.
The pain he was better accustomed to, and when he turned around, he hadn't anticipated Des to hesitate away from him, as though he expected some kind of retribution from Gabe for what was, by all means, an act of kindness. Had Gabriel given him that impression? He might have, and he would need to retrace his steps to keep from presenting himself like that again. Maybe his inaction would serve to show he wouldn't attack him over a bit of necessary pain. "Don't get cheeky."
His quiet expression of gratitude at least garnered a better reaction. The brief burst of wagging didn't go unnoticed, though he didn't comment on it, because while it was an improved response compared to shifting away from him, Gabe could recognize discomfort. He wouldn't pry. Even he grew gruff when people thanked him.
The hybrid took a few more laps of mezcal, and the muscles between his eyes shifted in the equivalent of raised eyebrows. He straightened back up, head tilting in a distinctly avian fashion. "Tour guide and nurse? Multi-talented." Gabe snorted, rising to stand. "Lead the way. I'll let you know if I want to be launched into the ocean."
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I'M
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[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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