Gabriel in New York (Closed RP)
Gabriel stood in the loft in the clothes he had once worn in Germany. If he had lost any weight in his illness, he had gained it back in his time with Al. With his ponytail, his handmade shoes, his turtleneck and his tan slacks he looked less like a normal American than he thought, despite his efforts. One hand was on his cane as the other gripped some bread Arisa had baked him to present to Mr. Lark.
He paused before the Door. He was not sure it was polite to just walk through. He was not sure it would be effective to knock. After a moment of deliberation, he rapped on the Door with the head of his cane. He had never been through Mr. Lark's door before, so this was safer as well as more polite. Then he stepped back and waited.
He paused before the Door. He was not sure it was polite to just walk through. He was not sure it would be effective to knock. After a moment of deliberation, he rapped on the Door with the head of his cane. He had never been through Mr. Lark's door before, so this was safer as well as more polite. Then he stepped back and waited.