[Gabe's nothing compared to his old self, but he's a light sleeper, and no big fan of people touching him when he's not expecting it, his glare shows no sigh of stopping. He doesn't even stop glowering when he rubs the sleep out of his eyes, even if one remains stubbornly closed.
Solange of course, simply invites himself into his nice, clean (well not clean but at least free of annoying RA's) car. He snatches a random water bottle off the seat before Sion can sit on it with his good hand and tries to somehow, glare harder. ]
It's music class. Mr. Cornett is nice enough to understand some peoples need for some shut eye.
[ Solange seems to be getting pretty comfortable. Thats no good. He knocks the other mans shoulder in return with his bad hand. me to nap pal. If you wanna escort you can take the keys and drive us to the music building.
his shoulder melts away from ur grip out of the power of edgy self isolation
Solange of course, simply invites himself into his nice, clean (well not clean but at least free of annoying RA's) car. He snatches a random water bottle off the seat before Sion can sit on it with his good hand and tries to somehow, glare harder. ]
It's music class. Mr. Cornett is nice enough to understand some peoples need for some shut eye.
[ Solange seems to be getting pretty comfortable. Thats no good. He knocks the other mans shoulder in return with his bad hand. me to nap pal. If you wanna escort you can take the keys and drive us to the music building.