DON'T MAKE IT BAD / OPEN

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabe had been paranoid for a while, ever the first murder and then the shit with Sunhaven. Hell, he'd been paranoid long before that, but it climbed from there, and made another few jumps when he found Laz standing in front of a body looking terribly confused. Laz didn't do it, he knew that much, so someone had done their absolute best to frame him for murder, and that- that obviously wasn't an innocuous plan. It was malevolent, and he wanted to root out whatever bastard thought it was a good idea to fuck with his kid. That meant keeping an eye on Lazarus, even though he knew he didn't appreciate it. So Gabriel pulled out all the tricks he had to remain undetected while still close enough to intervene if anything happened. When Lazarus left the Observatory, he slipped out through the walls at a limp and with a wince. Going immaterial at will wasn't easy, and he didn't always manage it. When he did, it left him with a headache, and since he already had a headache alongside a fuckton of other random issues, it was...painful to tail him like this. But a little pain was nothing new, and he'd take worse to keep Lazarus safe.

His paranoia was the reason he caught the one following his son. Sure, he waited a bit, didn't follow him directly, but it was an ambling path that just so happened to run nearly parallel, and the abrupt veer wasn't the whimsicality of a stroller. He didn't recognize this person. Was this the viper who framed Laz? What reasons could he have that weren't nefarious or selfish in nature to follow Laz? "Yeah, wanna know where your manners went, following my kid." The hybrid's black gaze revealed nothing as he left the grass, and it briefly shifted over to the canine, chewing on bark, arranging a circle. "¿Qué chingados? Tendramos que vigilarlo, mijo."
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