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A soft sigh escaped from Gabe, but for a moment, he tried and failed to smile at Senara’s words. His gaze followed hers to the kitchen right after. “He…. yeah….” he muttered more to himself than Senara. He watched as Senara moved but wasn’t ready to pull himself off the wall just yet. Folding his arms in front of himself, Gabe glanced down. “He just thinks he’s straight and that relations between…..” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He couldn’t even say it. There was a tint of anger in his aura that came and went.
His loss. And mine. Which was frustrating but not… not nearly as terrible as it could have been. A face flashed in the forefront of his mind, and Gabe shook his head to clear it. “He is nice….” he agreed. A small, dry smile pulled onto his features. “And he does pay for everything…” The last statement, however, stopped Gabe dead in his tracks. He looked up at her, color coming to his features but a particular look of manic amusement coming to his gaze. “He’s a…. a …. A what now?” he was suddenly snickering, jeering, laughing a little even if his hand had reached up to slap it over his mouth.
Senara's face went from faintly pink to Charmeleon red in the span of time it took for her words to reach Gabe and the first snicker to escape him. Her eye widened and her lips pressed into as thin a line as it could be, dread seeping into every inch of her face. Senara had never been good at slang for relationships, sexual or otherwise. It held no interest for her and, thus, most of what she knew came from random ChuTube videos or passing conversations in the mines--which, shockingly, did not offer much to help her. All she knew was there was something called "twinks" which were effeminate men and "hunks" were more masculine and there was a think between them called a "twunk"...?
But apparently she had fucked up the delivery on that, or she'd been wildly misinformed, because Gabe was looking at her like she's just prat-fallen onto her face. She may as well have. She crossed her arms over her chest defensively and pretended that her face wasn't currently on fire at the moment. "Wh-what?! He is, isn't he?! Or is he a...an o-otter? Because of the hair...? No??" Shut up shut up shut uuuuuuuup! She raised her hands to put over her face, hiding it completely from view. "SHUT UP I'M BAD AT THAT SORT OF THING. VA AU DIABLE. BAISE UN TWUNK EN ENFER."
Gabe’s shoulders were shaking as he tried desperately to quiet himself. He wasn’t even sure if it was the phrasing or the emphasis that had got him, but it had got him bad right then. Despite everything he had just been feeling, a wash of euphoria came over him. Otter because of the hair ahahahahhahaha. The deep breath belly laugh was struggling to come out, and Gabe was struggling to keep it in. And then she said that, and he knew what she meant and—
Gabe’s hands dropped to his side. A breath was taken in. And the fierce, broken, hysteric laughter that finally broke from him reverberated off the walls and ceiling all at once. He could almost guarantee Amell and the chef and even the maid who had retreated would most certainly hear it, but Gabe could not be asked to give a damn right that particular moment. Arceus why was this so fucking funny….
Post by Senara Spargo on Dec 23, 2019 16:38:53 GMT
She didn't want to see Gabe's stupid fucking face when he burst into hysterical laughter, she just wanted to melt and be absorbed into the rug. Dammit. She could have kept that joke to herself, or come up with something more in her area of understanding so that she didn't sound like an idiot, but she'd made her bed and now Gabe was laughing over it. Did he have to do it so loudly on top of everything else?! Breathe, asshole!
Senara lowered her arms and in two quick steps had pushed off the couch to get right into Gabe's space, hands in little fists that started smacking against his stupid heaving-with-laughter chest. With the amount of strength she had it probably felt like nothing at all, but she was quick about them, And it wasn't like she was actually trying to harm him, just shut him the hell up. "Si tu n'arrêtes pas de rire je vais te vaporiser avec un tuyau d'incendie, petite garce!!" Her garbled Kalosian-ish angry voice did not help matters.
Gabe would slowly stop laughing but not without grinning and wiping his eyes a couple of times. Hot damn that was so funny. Before he got a chance to say anything more, though, they were both being called for dinner, and Gabe was hungry. Dinner went…. Alright for the most part. Gabe reasoned that if he just focused on the food, it would be fine, but of course there were a few slip ups here and there regardless.
After that it took a couple of tries to get Senara out the door or even alone before Gabe succeeded in standing across from Senara outside the house, his arms folded in front of himself. “…. I’ll text you about the next couple of plans,” he decided. Maybe that would distract her from delving any further than she already had.
By the time dinner was done, Senara could feel the pain medication wearing thin, and was only grumpy about being rushed out the door because she wanted to lay down, not walk all the way back to the hotel. Pfah. Zipping her coat tightly up and giving the house one more once-over she met Gabe's gaze. The faint glow around him was faded. Was it exhaustion? Or maybe because she'd calmed down from before, she wasn't getting as strong a read? She had so much reading she wanted to do now, so many questions to look up and things she needed confirmation on...among other things...but she was also so damn tired she wanted to crash the moment she got to a bed.
"Aw, what, don't want to discuss them over breakfast?" Senara jeered lightly, flashing a bright--exhausted--grin up in his direction. It didn't last long enough to drive the joke home because she let out a small yawn, hiding it behind her hand. "Fine fine. I'll be nice and keep out of your business until the fun starts. L'honneur des voleurs." She took the first few steps while still looking over her shoulder. She wanted to say a few more things. Thanks for taking her to Nails' when she fainted. Thanks for paying for the whole thing. An apology for stalking him--sure she had her reasons but they looked so stupid in hindsight--and maybe one for looking up his ex. An apology for that little mess in itself. But the words were stuck in her throat and refusing to come out.
Damn it. I'm so fucking childish sometimes.
"See ya, Gabby~" She grinned again, waved her fingers, and trotted off into the night.
“Not particularly,” Gabe answered Senara’s jeer with something a little more tired and done than before. Right after, though, his lips quirked a little in response. He snorted once as she assured him that she’d keep to herself until the heist went down but didn’t say anything after that. Maybe I’ll look into you instead. He watched her walk down the pavement for a moment in silence only to snort dryly as she looked back and spoke. “Seeyou,” he answered just a little quieter before finally closing the door. Turning around and leaning on it, he finally allowed himself to slide to seating down on the floor. What the fuck even was this night.
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