DO YOU FEEL THE HUNGER? // RETURN

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Excellent. Another boy angry at the world, at himself, at everything- now why did that sound familiar? Gabe must be some kind of magnet for the shits, though he meant that fondly. For the most part. Just because he could understand issues didn't mean his patience was infinite, especially when there was important information to communicate. So when the boy approached, all vitriol and aggression, the hybrid merely cast his gaze skyward, asking for strength from any deity he could think of. Either they didn't exist or they didn't give a shit -did it matter?- because he felt no more patient than he did when he first saw the kid. "I'll break it down for you. Red's a color. Carpet's carpet. Simple. I can draw you a picture." Dark eyes settled on the boy, flat as the rest of his facial features. Distrust Gabe could understand, but there was a screw loose if a person's first reaction to a stranger was hoisting the "raging dickhead" flag up high. Where the hell was Margaery to show him manners?

Maybe he'd be more interested in fixing the screw if he didn't have more pressing things on his mind. He wouldn't indulge himself in taking a hammer to the screw either, so he didn't make the very tempting comment on his "Fireball" status. Moon's arrival made rejecting the urge easier, while simultaneously complicating everything by virtue of being there. For all his own apprehension, it was still good to see him, especially upright and mostly recovered from the shit done to him in The Typhoon.

"Think they're the ones with the pointy stick jabbing whoever's on the plank." His stare was even, and for once, he was thankful for his low range of expressions. It made it easier to keep his cool and stay put, when he wanted to do anything but. It was...almost worse that Moon didn't snap at him, or toss anything stronger than faint bitterness his way, though if the kid really was that disaffected- maybe that was for the best. It'd have been better for him if he didn't care. "Get tired of crying yourself to sleep over li'l ol' me?" Really? Was he going to have to do the whole process? Fucking hell, he had information with an expiration date- this was a waste of his time.

Gabe was fully prepared to just walk over and find the boss-man, but seeing Laz -looking better than before- gave the hybrid pause. "¿Y porqué debo quedarme?" By the glint in his eyes, it was clearly a joke, and Gabe slipped past Moon, good wing intentionally twitching to thwack his leg as he did. He stood before the canine, and then, similar to their talk in the desert, hefted up on his back legs to gently cradle a broad face with his talons. "Por supuesto que me quedaré, mijo." A small nip to the bridge of his nose and Gabe dropped down, ignoring how the motion jarred his still healing wing. It was worth it.

Bast's arrival was a swift reminder of what news he carried, and yeah, he was relieved to see a guy in charge who wasn't Pincher, but that was for later. He could rejoice in everything he missed once he made certain those things wouldn't be permanently missed. "I had my reasons. Good ones, and I come bearing fruit. But I'd rather not share it here. Fruit attracts flies, and whatnot." A very pointed, "let's speak privately." Bast needed to hear what Gabe had to say, and Gabe needed to say it.
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