FILLING US WITH LIES | o, joining

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabe couldn't say whether the flinch had been because of his sudden appearance or because of his- well, appearance. Not everyone was so well-adjusted to an owlcat, though remarkably, nobody who'd joined had done more than a little bit of staring. No screaming, fortunately. His talons always twitched whenever he and Laz would come across one of those, and with how things had been for him lately, he didn't want to test his temper when it seemed to be hanging by a thread. After what happened when Des crash-landed, all the freaky shit in his head, he was...tiptoeing, for lack of a better word. At least this guy wasn't jumping all over the place, or aggressively sarcastic, or aggressive in general- he was pretty mild-mannered, and Gabe appreciated that. A little formal, a little odd, but everyone had their quirks. "Trust me, someone always shows up no matter where you are or what you're doing. Not always a good thing." Like when Moon showed up to Gabe with his ass stuck in a log. Simpler times, those. He almost missed them.

The feline just nodded when his assumption was proven. Good to know he wasn't far off the mark, generally speaking. He opened his beak to answer -no of course they wouldn't turn away the kitty- Moon approached, dwarfing the both of them even though he was a scrawny fucker. "Watch it, or I'll beat you with my hip implants," he warned, though it was of course in good humor. Yeah, the situation was fucked when Des came, but Moon at least had a reason. The Typhoon hadn't done him any favors using him like they did.

"I'm Gabe. The runt's Moon."
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