COME RUN WITH THE WOLVES: lunarpelted
gabriel loves conversation. he can handle silence, but as a general rule he prefers to fill that silence with something other than nothing at all. and he prefers to be the one asking questions. if he isn’t, then it might et personal, and gabriel doesn’t always like answering the kinds of personal questions that people like to ask. where’re you from. anything about college. anything about future plans. he hates that kind of thing.
“yeah. in the right places, too, it gets real fucking cold at night. there’s no happy medium out here.”
SMALL TALK CAME with ease, flowing between the pair, a sign that they could be friends. To live as long as she had given her practice, knowing how two personalities could come together or clash. They could keep it simple, no need to know each other too well. They were strangers but they could be friends. The sharpness had faded into smiles and a boyish charm she found enchanting, perhaps even sweet.
“ It sounds like a wondrous place. Perhaps I won’t be sticking around to find out how wonderful it is though. ”
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