Fashionably late, [ Gabe drawls, leaning back against the wall in a tangle of lazy limbs, and gestures toward his new friend with a paper crane. Every motion calibrated to look lazy and thoughtless, though he’s positioned to go for the gun hidden under the mattress if shit kicks off. It pays to have contingencies. ] I’ll allow it.
[ The grin he angles toward the other man is warm enough, though. ] Damn, you are tall.
[ His tech isn’t advanced enough to really say what the other man looks like, at least with the finer details, but Gabe’s got practice at brushing past that shit. ]
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[ The grin he angles toward the other man is warm enough, though. ] Damn, you are tall.
[ His tech isn’t advanced enough to really say what the other man looks like, at least with the finer details, but Gabe’s got practice at brushing past that shit. ]