08-09-2018, 06:19 PM
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If Gabriel were privy to Moon's thoughts -truth be told, if he were telepathic, that would be one of the last places for him to go- he'd probably have smacked him upside the head. Maybe. Considering his physical state, he didn't want to magnify the wounds already there, so he'd have to settle for a scolding. Gabriel wouldn't have been critical of the fact that he wanted to quit, because the hybrid had been there not even a full year ago; he would have judged whether or not he actually did give in. That wasn't a road anyone should take. In the best case scenario, they ended up looking something like Gabe -and he knew for Moon that would be fucking awful- and worst case scenario, they lost themselves completely. But then, did he even have a place to offer any kind of advice anymore? Had he ever?
Moon wasn't his son. He was a smartass who had that odd strain of youthful pessimism, buried in banter and witty comments. He wasn't Gabriel's son, but he would spare him the weight of such skepticism if he could. Unsurprisingly, that was one of the many things he wasn't capable of. "Believe me, I was tempted, but that's too much paperwork." The owl-cat lowered himself to sit, tucking his good wing close while keeping his attention between Moon and the stairs; if he heard anyone coming, he'd have to go with plan b, which he doubted Moon would appreciate. Not that he even wanted Gabriel here in the first place. "Didn't dodge the question. I didn't bring the basket to play Little Black Riding Hood." He tugged the dark cloak for emphasis, the muscles around his eyes raising. "It's just not the whole answer."
Watching the lion move, hindered by his injuries, sent a sharp prickle down his spine that he didn't care to analyze. He forced his fur to remain flat, and didn't move after that, more a statue than a creature while Moon drank his water. The way he refused to look at Gabe as he fell back spoke louder than anything the kid could say- an impressive feat, all things considered. "I'm not wallowing. Maybe you are. You could use a bath." Gabe rolled his shoulders, ignoring the sharp pull of his ribs in protest in favor of considering his reply. "Look, kid, hate me if you want, but I'm down here because I want to be, and I'm in The Typhoon because I need to be."
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If Gabriel were privy to Moon's thoughts -truth be told, if he were telepathic, that would be one of the last places for him to go- he'd probably have smacked him upside the head. Maybe. Considering his physical state, he didn't want to magnify the wounds already there, so he'd have to settle for a scolding. Gabriel wouldn't have been critical of the fact that he wanted to quit, because the hybrid had been there not even a full year ago; he would have judged whether or not he actually did give in. That wasn't a road anyone should take. In the best case scenario, they ended up looking something like Gabe -and he knew for Moon that would be fucking awful- and worst case scenario, they lost themselves completely. But then, did he even have a place to offer any kind of advice anymore? Had he ever?
Moon wasn't his son. He was a smartass who had that odd strain of youthful pessimism, buried in banter and witty comments. He wasn't Gabriel's son, but he would spare him the weight of such skepticism if he could. Unsurprisingly, that was one of the many things he wasn't capable of. "Believe me, I was tempted, but that's too much paperwork." The owl-cat lowered himself to sit, tucking his good wing close while keeping his attention between Moon and the stairs; if he heard anyone coming, he'd have to go with plan b, which he doubted Moon would appreciate. Not that he even wanted Gabriel here in the first place. "Didn't dodge the question. I didn't bring the basket to play Little Black Riding Hood." He tugged the dark cloak for emphasis, the muscles around his eyes raising. "It's just not the whole answer."
Watching the lion move, hindered by his injuries, sent a sharp prickle down his spine that he didn't care to analyze. He forced his fur to remain flat, and didn't move after that, more a statue than a creature while Moon drank his water. The way he refused to look at Gabe as he fell back spoke louder than anything the kid could say- an impressive feat, all things considered. "I'm not wallowing. Maybe you are. You could use a bath." Gabe rolled his shoulders, ignoring the sharp pull of his ribs in protest in favor of considering his reply. "Look, kid, hate me if you want, but I'm down here because I want to be, and I'm in The Typhoon because I need to be."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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