[We have a badass over here. Cool disposition, dismissive use of a weapon, the offhand implication that he fights fucking sharks just because he can? Token don’t-give-a-damn behavior. Rather than be impressed, Gabe merely seems all the more elated. This is textbook right here. A brand new experience, and he’s getting to live it in real time!]
Me? Bleeding? [Does he look like he’s bleeding? He double checks just to be sure, but his newly solid body is sound and whole. Thank fuck.] I’m not bleeding. Why would I be bleeding? I just got here.
[And he has a pack? Oh my god. He has a pack. Something about the stitching across the front makes him pause yet again, and he loses some of his carefree wit.]
no subject
Me? Bleeding? [Does he look like he’s bleeding? He double checks just to be sure, but his newly solid body is sound and whole. Thank fuck.] I’m not bleeding. Why would I be bleeding? I just got here.
[And he has a pack? Oh my god. He has a pack. Something about the stitching across the front makes him pause yet again, and he loses some of his carefree wit.]
It has my name.