07-22-2010, 10:26 AM
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He was certain that the poor girl was going to panic. Though she was remarkably calm, Gabriel had spent years observing faces and other tell-tale signs of strangers. Lucia’s actions were different then before and seemed almost forced. She could not look him in the face. Gabriel barely looked at his mother, intent on seeing what the girl had to say. The explanation did not surprise him much (aside from the fact that Snake had a girlfriend) and he found her concern for the boy charming. That or she was a damned good liar. As he thought this new information over, the man in question found the troupe.
Gabriel watched the sandy coyote quietly, finding something different in him, but something he could not pinpoint. Calm as ever, Snake didn’t seem phased that his lady friend had come calling. He seemed less phased that the leaders of Inferni had found her first. When Lucia spoke to him, Gabriel again looked to her. There was the change—she seemed to perk up as if the sun had finally found her. Yet in that silence Gabriel was certain he heard her breath shorten. Was she afraid? Maybe. She was as unreadable as his Hydra.
At his mother’s voice, both ears turned back and focused on her. It was clear Gabriel was surprised by the request, for he shot the Centurion a look of disbelief only to turn back to the couple almost instantly. His face became a gargoyle’s mask of stone, eyes sharp and focused now on Snake. “And what do you think of that?” He asked, his voice a low rumble that veiled any opinion.
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He was certain that the poor girl was going to panic. Though she was remarkably calm, Gabriel had spent years observing faces and other tell-tale signs of strangers. Lucia’s actions were different then before and seemed almost forced. She could not look him in the face. Gabriel barely looked at his mother, intent on seeing what the girl had to say. The explanation did not surprise him much (aside from the fact that Snake had a girlfriend) and he found her concern for the boy charming. That or she was a damned good liar. As he thought this new information over, the man in question found the troupe.
Gabriel watched the sandy coyote quietly, finding something different in him, but something he could not pinpoint. Calm as ever, Snake didn’t seem phased that his lady friend had come calling. He seemed less phased that the leaders of Inferni had found her first. When Lucia spoke to him, Gabriel again looked to her. There was the change—she seemed to perk up as if the sun had finally found her. Yet in that silence Gabriel was certain he heard her breath shorten. Was she afraid? Maybe. She was as unreadable as his Hydra.
At his mother’s voice, both ears turned back and focused on her. It was clear Gabriel was surprised by the request, for he shot the Centurion a look of disbelief only to turn back to the couple almost instantly. His face became a gargoyle’s mask of stone, eyes sharp and focused now on Snake. “And what do you think of that?” He asked, his voice a low rumble that veiled any opinion.