09-12-2018, 09:59 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]He was glad to see Des again, although the current circumstances could probably be better. Maybe. Considering who the both of them were, Gabriel wouldn't count on there being too many peaceful interactions, or ones when neither of them had fucked something up. Not to mention a little reunion meant Gabe might have another opportunity to figure out what the hell was nipping at Des' heels- or who. He hadn't forgotten the amulet that wound up at The Typhoon, the one that pushed Des into the realm of aggressive and desperate, but again, Gabe was just seeing parts of the picture, grasping at pieces of a puzzle. He couldn't even say if Des would allow him to glue together more than what he'd already gleaned.
Not everyone appreciated a washed-up old man poking around in their business.
"In the flesh," the hybrid commented, although he could feel, in the drifting silence, that Des had intended to say something else. Gabe wouldn't pry, not right now, when the dragon was in some dire need of duct tape and alcohol. Which was probably the reason he wasn't one of the people in charge of patching everyone up. The very basics he could manage, but he'd never had a dragon land in his backyard with broken bits. At least everything was still attached to the kid. Hopefully. Gabe hadn't exactly gotten a full look at him, with how he was crumpled.
"I might've, but I'm afraid I don't have any alcohol with me. Might be worth it to run back to your stash, if The Typhoon doesn't kick me out on my ass." He was hoping to be a distraction. Expert as Des was at concealing just about everything, a grin wasn't enough slapped paint, and he could see the cracks through the veneer. Of course he was in pain- Gabe would worry if he weren't. Not that he was worrying any less. He felt, quite frankly, fucking useless. Why didn't anyone ever need cloak and dagger shit? A dying profession, maybe.
His ears twitched, and he resisted the urge to bite at his fur, instead giving his shoulders a roll and knowing that, in terms of body language, he wasn't being discreet in his concern. But fuck it, right? He wasn't trying to hide his concern- it wasn't like Des hadn't already seen him vulnerable. "If that's your way of saying you missed me, it needs some work, vaquero." Dark eyes remained unwavering on the dragon, deeper with concern, and Gabe could recognize that if one of their many medical-adepts didn't arrive soon, shit would go further south than it already had. His talons dug into the edge of the crater, and he very nearly flinched when there was an unfamiliar voice. His head turned to follow the newcomer, some wolf he definitely didn't remember being here when he left, but at least he had the size to work on lifting Des' wing up.
Another voice, this one familiar, and he resisted the urge to sigh. He shifted out of the way so the lion could get to work, removing himself to the perimeter so he was even less of a space-waster. "It's the healthcare. The bedside manners here are excellent."
Moving Des, though- hopefully he could walk, with some assistance. Gabe would do what he could, but he was just a cat-thing, so unless the dragon needed a foot-warmer, he'd just have to settle on moral support.
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Not everyone appreciated a washed-up old man poking around in their business.
"In the flesh," the hybrid commented, although he could feel, in the drifting silence, that Des had intended to say something else. Gabe wouldn't pry, not right now, when the dragon was in some dire need of duct tape and alcohol. Which was probably the reason he wasn't one of the people in charge of patching everyone up. The very basics he could manage, but he'd never had a dragon land in his backyard with broken bits. At least everything was still attached to the kid. Hopefully. Gabe hadn't exactly gotten a full look at him, with how he was crumpled.
"I might've, but I'm afraid I don't have any alcohol with me. Might be worth it to run back to your stash, if The Typhoon doesn't kick me out on my ass." He was hoping to be a distraction. Expert as Des was at concealing just about everything, a grin wasn't enough slapped paint, and he could see the cracks through the veneer. Of course he was in pain- Gabe would worry if he weren't. Not that he was worrying any less. He felt, quite frankly, fucking useless. Why didn't anyone ever need cloak and dagger shit? A dying profession, maybe.
His ears twitched, and he resisted the urge to bite at his fur, instead giving his shoulders a roll and knowing that, in terms of body language, he wasn't being discreet in his concern. But fuck it, right? He wasn't trying to hide his concern- it wasn't like Des hadn't already seen him vulnerable. "If that's your way of saying you missed me, it needs some work, vaquero." Dark eyes remained unwavering on the dragon, deeper with concern, and Gabe could recognize that if one of their many medical-adepts didn't arrive soon, shit would go further south than it already had. His talons dug into the edge of the crater, and he very nearly flinched when there was an unfamiliar voice. His head turned to follow the newcomer, some wolf he definitely didn't remember being here when he left, but at least he had the size to work on lifting Des' wing up.
Another voice, this one familiar, and he resisted the urge to sigh. He shifted out of the way so the lion could get to work, removing himself to the perimeter so he was even less of a space-waster. "It's the healthcare. The bedside manners here are excellent."
Moving Des, though- hopefully he could walk, with some assistance. Gabe would do what he could, but he was just a cat-thing, so unless the dragon needed a foot-warmer, he'd just have to settle on moral support.
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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