[He takes the mug quietly, peering down at it in a manner that might have been suspicious, if he made facial expressions behind the mask. Slowly, he follows her into the next room near the fireplace, claws flexing over the mug idly.
Her reply is pragmatic, probably as much as he could expect from Angela Ziegler. Now would be the time where he would take a seat and get comfortable, if he cared to -- instead, he reaches up to remove his mask as idly as one might scratch an itch.
There was no real point in it anymore, other than for aesthetics. Everyone knew who was behind it. Its more of a habit, than a necessity. And after, he pulls the mug to his lips, staring sternly at the fire.]
If you want to call it that.
[The treehouse was hardly furnished -- it was a task for one day, to be sure. But for Gabriel's part, usually so laser focused in his objectives, was having trouble with the idea of settling down and simply...living.]
You're talking about the Snakes.
[He'd met them -- watched them, like everyone else. Jack had been keeping their company too.]
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Her reply is pragmatic, probably as much as he could expect from Angela Ziegler. Now would be the time where he would take a seat and get comfortable, if he cared to -- instead, he reaches up to remove his mask as idly as one might scratch an itch.
There was no real point in it anymore, other than for aesthetics. Everyone knew who was behind it. Its more of a habit, than a necessity. And after, he pulls the mug to his lips, staring sternly at the fire.]
If you want to call it that.
[The treehouse was hardly furnished -- it was a task for one day, to be sure. But for Gabriel's part, usually so laser focused in his objectives, was having trouble with the idea of settling down and simply...living.]
You're talking about the Snakes.
[He'd met them -- watched them, like everyone else. Jack had been keeping their company too.]