@KalamariCakes
Gabriel looked around silently, thinking of ways to convince Mary he could stay.
Gabriel looked around silently, thinking of ways to convince Mary he could stay.
Hunter put them back on and turned on the switch. They still didn't work, "Nope, still nothing."
(Marya!)
(Caitlin, I think it's obvious that @LeafyLemur doesn't want her character's blindness magically cured)
Lol, i know. Gabe is messing with her )
(Caitlin, I think it's obvious that @LeafyLemur doesn't want her character's blindness magically cured)
(It's not being magically cured, I'm just messing about)
The sound of metal clinking came from the main doors. A letter. Of course. The daily letter. Marya took it and dropped it on her bed before going back to the kitchen. "Gabriel?! Where do you live? You should go home."
"Uh, way out. Kind of in the country," he replied casually.
"Then we'll leave tomorrow." Marya sat on the kitchen counter again and yawned, "I think it's best if we go to bed."
"At least you can hear them, I'm still working on those, the tri-wire just not working with me," I said taking the goggles back.
"Where do I sleep?" He asked, closing the bag of bread.
Hunter nodded and listened to the conversation.
(Bye everyone, I have leave now)
"Why don't I go grab a bunch of dead bodies and make you a bed?" Marya grinned, "Not really. Just kidding. You can sleep in Luka's room."
He laughed quietly, "I like your humor," he stood up, "And okay. Who's Luka?"
"My brother." Marya sighed, "He's dead."
Gabriel looked down, but his expression remained unchanged. His voice quieted though. "Sorry to hear that.."
"They all are." Marya led him to Luka's room. "He's not really my brother. Just felt like one." the room was tidy, well kept bed, tons of personal items and posters about bands. She leaned into the doorway, "I was taught not to cry. But I did anyway."
"I don't blame you." He stepped inside, "It's rough losing somebody you love,"
(Gtg soon )
Marya nodded, "You can crash here for the night."
"Thanks," he replied, sitting down on the bed. "You can just call me Gabe," he offered.
Marya refused, "I prefer to call people by their real names. Unless we're undercover."
"It is my real name," he shrugged, "Just shorter," he reasoned, lying back on the bed.
"Okay then. Gabe." Marya smiled and left, closing the door behind her.
(Why does Gabriel want to stay so much?)
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