[ Gabe hums, an amused sound rumbling low in his throat. Not quite laughter. He finishes the last fold and seals it with his nails, holding it up as if for inspection. ]
Locals talk a big game about staying useful. And you know what they say about idle hands.
[ He doesn’t know a thing about this man, which makes him a threat. And threats have to be understood. Gabe’s always had a tendency to push, push, push, sink his teeth into a moment to make sense of it. He wonders at the accent, the way this man holds himself. What’s your story, motherfucker? ]
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Locals talk a big game about staying useful. And you know what they say about idle hands.
[ He doesn’t know a thing about this man, which makes him a threat. And threats have to be understood. Gabe’s always had a tendency to push, push, push, sink his teeth into a moment to make sense of it. He wonders at the accent, the way this man holds himself. What’s your story, motherfucker? ]