#gabedeluca

Gabriel opened his eyes to glare at the woman. He should’ve been paying more attention, shouldn’t have allowed her to sneak up on him.

“Guess what, Niv?! We all fucking lived, now gimme my Gil!” Gabriel hoisted himself out of the bed of the still moving truck, covered in dirt and blood, but with a stupid grin plastered to his face. His boots hit the ground with a muffled thud, adding to the dust the truck had already kicked up. The massive crossbow slung over his shoulder equally battered as its weilder.

“I said I’d send money to your sister if you died, not give it to you if you lived, dumbass!” Gabriel ducked low at the last second, avoiding what looked like a empty bottle of some kind. “Besides, we’ve got company. For some reason, the king has decided to grace us with some kind of presence. Apparently us hunters aren’t enough anymore, so he’s sent the Kingsglaive.”

Gabriel just blinked at the old woman, rubbing his hand over his face in a sudden rush of exhaustion. He wanted to shave, shower, get a drink, and avoid any kind of person wearing a uniform. Issabelle would’ve told him if she had been deployed, so he saw no reason to buddy up to them if his sister wasn’t around.

“Just stay with Soliel till she closes up the bar, would you? I don’t want anyone’s hands on her, ya hear me? They touch my granddaughter-“