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Ugh! Sorry for the wait bby<3 and the crappy short post.
He was acutely aware that he had made a terrible impression. The hybrid wished he had a do-over, where he could appear cool and collected. Of course, that was impossible, and he couldn't repair his status now. It was alright though; Giggle was pathetic, after all, he might as well be honest. Onus asked what Gabriel looked like and he collected himself. 'He's large, looks like a German Shepherd. He's got gold eyes and some scars on his face.' Gabriel and Talitha were easily the most identifiable of Inferni, thanks to their hybrid nature.
Even though he looked the fool, the clanmate didn't want to flee. He absently messed with the wrapping on his broken arm. The crepuscular vigilante (or, as was his impression of him) still fascinated him. He couldn't hold his judgment against him, because it was all true. Maybe he could learn from Onus. 'Thanks, again.' He murmured, hesitating before finally asking: 'How did you come about to being, well, what you are?' He was trying to avoid bluntness, he didn't want to seem prying. But it was a rare sight, this masked man, and he wanted to know how. And maybe, he'd find out how to fix himself.