Gil stood in front of the other mans door, quite unsure on how he should proceed. It's been a few hours since the rest of the group had eaten. Everyone except Odin, that is. Even with their differences and tense interactions, Gil was starting to get worried.

But it was the same kind of emotionally charged disputes that made it so hard for Gil to take that final step to knock on the door. Even with the plate of food in his hand, would Odin even accept it? Would he automatically reject the meal from the only fact that Gil was the one who presented it to him? The blue boy sighed, figuring that only trying will give him an answer. He he lightly rapped his knuckles on the old school solid door.

Gil walked calmly through the area, trying not to let the fact that he was lost get to him. It wasn't as if he hadn't taken a wrong turn before, but he couldn't help a strange feeling settle into his bones. Maybe he should ask one of the passerby's for directions? That was probably his best chance. He walked up to one woman in particular. 

sanesideofmozart replied to your post: Gilbert I am very curious but on a scale of...

Was.

cafe-der-nederlanden replied to your post: I’m not “entertaining” all these people, Gilbert. Don’t believe everything you hear.

True. Good to hear that, Gilbert.

I'd never imply anything bad about you, Jan. I don't gossip or seriously listen to rumours either, come on, I'm so above that.

I know I am.