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 Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 10:30 pm
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Gabby has his clothes already picked out for the day, before he's even woken up for it. This day is no different. They are perfectly ironed, hanging from a large hanger in the closet. Stiff pressed white slacks. Crisp, new white silk button down. And of course, a fluffy collared jacket, as always.
His shoes are buffed to shine, and when he dresses, he takes his time with each detail. The hems are checked. The buttons are gently put together. The collar is popped and folded. The cuffs are pulled, buttoned, and the edges are tight.
He is a goddess of design. He leaves his room knowing this, because it is just obvious to him. And, he assumes, to the rest of the world.
Classes are a bore. He's been going to them steadily in order to get out of school faster, but his greatest passion has been people watching. No, not people watching. People judging. He stands, straight and prim, with a book that he isn't reading in his hand, and he judges.
And oh, it's so much fun.
Quote: Gabby is a well dressed, well groomed, snooty ghost of a white dragon. He has ice powers and chances are he doesn't like you. He's just chilling (get it) outside, watching people walk to and from class!
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 7:37 pm
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Oh. She was a talker. Great. Gabby briefly considered acting as if he was deaf, but when she mentioned his own style, he gave her a sharply raised eyebrow, and an amused, quirked smile.
"Oh, honey, do. My taste is impeccable. I dress to be judged, because I know what I'm doing. Unlike, well." He shrugged noncommittally. "Some people."
His eyes dropped to her legs for a moment, and then back up again. "Besides. If you're showing that much leg, you're trying to get looked at."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 7:45 pm
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Oh, so he was one of those boils. Amy promptly rolled her eyes with a sigh. She knew if she decided to ignore him, he'll think hes won some sort of debate. "Ah, well...I am so sorry to have earned such a low judgement from some one such as you. I show this much leg because I am comfortable with my body. Should anyone look, fine, let them. My body is the canvas for which I show my creations, if you don't like it, then why were you looking in the first place?" She walked closer, keeping her head tilted. "You dress nice, but do you taste nice as well? I'm curious since you want to judge me on how I dress"
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 7:50 pm
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Her body was a canvas? Gabby bit his lip to keep from laughing. That was some flowery talk for someone like her - pun intended, of course. He was glad she kept her head tilted, like some proud, pompous little petal pusher. When he pushed himself off of the wall and surged forward with a predator's gait, it helped to keep any awkward moments at bay.
"Who said I didn't like it?" The dragon growled dangerously, continuing to pad closer, without stopping - even if she stood her ground, he would try to walk into her, to force her to back up, to edge her backwards, to loom.
"I taste minty fresh." He assured her, that same dangerous growl vibrating in his voice. "Go on, judge me."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 8:12 pm
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All that hard work acting like a predator came shattering down when a fish slapped him in the face, sending him reeling to the side. He didn't even have to see her, to know whose fault it was that he'd just lost his super-cool intimidation factor. It was always her fault.
Also the smell of fish gave her away.
"SIBYL." He screamed, rearing back and grabbing her by the waist, to pick her up and carry her away. "I should drop you in a dry well and let you rot, I swear to Jack, your TIMING." He was still screeching as he carted her off, refusing to even look at the ghoul he'd been speaking to.
"I should shake you for all your lunch money. I should develop a real fish killing poison. I should.. I should.."
He was running out of things to punish her wish, and out of exhaustion, he just let it go. It was so tiresome, trying to stay mad at Sibyl.
"Ugh. Just forget it."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 8:20 pm
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Yup, there it was. It was kind of expected at this point, so Sibyl waited patiently for whatever he would do next after screaming at her. She rocked back and forth from heel to toe, her hands clasped behind her back. Finally she grinned at the unfamiliar ghoul. "Thank you! And..you're welcome? What did I--eeeeeeeeee!" She hadn't expected Gabby to pick her up and for the briefest moment she actually thought it was for a hug. Who wouldn't want to hug Sibyl? She was adorable.
Sibyl just kind of..hung there in Gabby's hold, large eyes gazing up at him as he made one threat after another. He wouldn't do any of these things, she knew he wouldn't by this point. "I don't have lunch money, I catch my own lunches. Silly Gabby, you know that." She tilted her head. "I had the fish in the first place 'cause you said there were no more, jerkface, so I caught one to prove they still exist." She pouted until he let her go, and she straightened out her clothes again.
"My timing?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 8:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 8:55 pm
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"Yes, your timing." He growled out, breathing out puffs of mist that froze the air in front of him. "I said nevermind. But that fish thing. Come on." His cold demeanor softened for just a second, as he glared at her with a side glance, and grinned.
"You have to admit. That was kind of funny."
It wasn't, really, but he sure thought it was.
Another dragon passed them, when he'd been walking Sibyl go by, but Gabby did not notice the boil because this is not your fanfic, Amy.
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