「 GABRIEL.BECKE 」
Gabriel absolutely loathed car rides - especially if a certain white-haired idiot was driving.
They were boring and tedious, and being confined in a small space with people he didn’t know nor cared for was irritating at best. Yet, despite his dislike Gabriel would willingly follow his partner if it meant a job well done — albiet begrudgingly.
“I’m driving,” Gabriel left no room for the others to reply and let his selfishness show on his face. He would not allow his partner to drive, and knew that if any of the other two were to take control he’d have to sit in the back with his legs cramped and an annoyed Seth next to him. For almost an hour.
Torture at its finest really.
Minutes passed by and as they stood out in the cold — “Why couldn’t we wait inside?” — his dislike for Seth only grew. The man was ice not only in disposition but in heart as well, and so naturally thrived in the climate.
The soft sound of an engine humming perked Gabriel’s nonexistent dog ears up. A generic looking man pulled up next to the road, and promptly opened the door to greet the two teams with a less than amused face. Gabriel could not blame him though, for if he had to stay out in the cold while some hooligans took his car to go to a factory where a dangerous witch awaited he would be less than pleased too.
“Don’t dent it, and make sure it comes back in one piece,” a look at Seth and the others he quickly added, “Please.”
A slight nod of the head, and Gabriel was all but running into the driver’s seat. He looked for the seat warmer and was relieved to see that it was already on, and despite it still being a little bit chilly with the windows open he was glad not to be suffering anymore.
The others piled in, and with a salute that meant good-bye Gabriel slowly turned the car around and followed the road that lead them out of the dumpster town. The electronic map on his phone, given to him by HQ, had the location of the warehouse and the estimated time of arrival showed a lengthy time of 55 minutes.
He made no move for the car radio (hating the music of modern days artists), and already used to the silence he and Seth sat comfortably in. It was only after years of working together that they had come to the point where conversation could be said through looks alone.
However, it only occurred to him as an after thought that perhaps the other team was not as amicable to silence and so did the best thing he could.
“So, how long have you two been together?” not at all realizing what he had said, and the implication behind it.
They were boring and tedious, and being confined in a small space with people he didn’t know nor cared for was irritating at best. Yet, despite his dislike Gabriel would willingly follow his partner if it meant a job well done — albiet begrudgingly.
“I’m driving,” Gabriel left no room for the others to reply and let his selfishness show on his face. He would not allow his partner to drive, and knew that if any of the other two were to take control he’d have to sit in the back with his legs cramped and an annoyed Seth next to him. For almost an hour.
Torture at its finest really.
Minutes passed by and as they stood out in the cold — “Why couldn’t we wait inside?” — his dislike for Seth only grew. The man was ice not only in disposition but in heart as well, and so naturally thrived in the climate.
The soft sound of an engine humming perked Gabriel’s nonexistent dog ears up. A generic looking man pulled up next to the road, and promptly opened the door to greet the two teams with a less than amused face. Gabriel could not blame him though, for if he had to stay out in the cold while some hooligans took his car to go to a factory where a dangerous witch awaited he would be less than pleased too.
“Don’t dent it, and make sure it comes back in one piece,” a look at Seth and the others he quickly added, “Please.”
A slight nod of the head, and Gabriel was all but running into the driver’s seat. He looked for the seat warmer and was relieved to see that it was already on, and despite it still being a little bit chilly with the windows open he was glad not to be suffering anymore.
The others piled in, and with a salute that meant good-bye Gabriel slowly turned the car around and followed the road that lead them out of the dumpster town. The electronic map on his phone, given to him by HQ, had the location of the warehouse and the estimated time of arrival showed a lengthy time of 55 minutes.
He made no move for the car radio (hating the music of modern days artists), and already used to the silence he and Seth sat comfortably in. It was only after years of working together that they had come to the point where conversation could be said through looks alone.
However, it only occurred to him as an after thought that perhaps the other team was not as amicable to silence and so did the best thing he could.
“So, how long have you two been together?” not at all realizing what he had said, and the implication behind it.