[size=9pt]'I'm not here for the quiet.' "We don't got much of that, anyway."
Moon appears shortly after Gabriel, drawn in by nothing other than the paranoia that Gabe and Laz - being the brilliant, charming duo that they were - were back at it again. 'It' meaning leaving casual disaster in their wake whenever they were together. This was a thing he did, now; witnessing interactions from afar and instantly heading their way out of genuine fear that one of the many colorful personalities that called this place home was inevitably fucking some more shit up. With a poor, innocent newbie, no less. If you could call the weird guy with the sprained paw that.
"Feathers, Bambi," He greets, dipping his head to both in a show of feigned respect (that was clearly anything but) and offering a nod Dres' way as he sprawls out in a heap on the ground. A part of him feels awkward around the two, fumbling gracelessly with all the shit that was going on with both of them, paranoid on so many levels about so many things. If anything, that was the reason for the grab at humor he makes, almost trying to convince himself that things were still how they were. That easy back and forward without the bloodied eyes and shredded corpses.
"You know, Gabe," continues the lion, "I can see you're really taking your reclaimed rank seriously, and I appreciate both of your efforts to be more welcoming, okay, I do-- but sometimes I feel like there's a-- and tell me if this is just me, okay-- but it just feels like there's a, a-- I don't know," He layers the sarcasm on thick, motions uselessly at the air and pretends to look for the words, clearly milking this for all its worth. "A language barrier?"
Moon appears shortly after Gabriel, drawn in by nothing other than the paranoia that Gabe and Laz - being the brilliant, charming duo that they were - were back at it again. 'It' meaning leaving casual disaster in their wake whenever they were together. This was a thing he did, now; witnessing interactions from afar and instantly heading their way out of genuine fear that one of the many colorful personalities that called this place home was inevitably fucking some more shit up. With a poor, innocent newbie, no less. If you could call the weird guy with the sprained paw that.
"Feathers, Bambi," He greets, dipping his head to both in a show of feigned respect (that was clearly anything but) and offering a nod Dres' way as he sprawls out in a heap on the ground. A part of him feels awkward around the two, fumbling gracelessly with all the shit that was going on with both of them, paranoid on so many levels about so many things. If anything, that was the reason for the grab at humor he makes, almost trying to convince himself that things were still how they were. That easy back and forward without the bloodied eyes and shredded corpses.
"You know, Gabe," continues the lion, "I can see you're really taking your reclaimed rank seriously, and I appreciate both of your efforts to be more welcoming, okay, I do-- but sometimes I feel like there's a-- and tell me if this is just me, okay-- but it just feels like there's a, a-- I don't know," He layers the sarcasm on thick, motions uselessly at the air and pretends to look for the words, clearly milking this for all its worth. "A language barrier?"
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