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[ Direct follow up to this post][Gabriel is in the park, sitting under a tree a slight distance from the path. He wants to be quiet, wants the headache to loosen up. Home isn't an option. The drone wife would only make it worse. Work... har har. He'd already had enough to drink, having finished off the bottle of bourbon an hour back, trying to

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[serverofshota]

[And then, there's a hand on the man's shoulder.]

[grey_of_heart]

[There is a sudden push, invisible energy radiated from all directions. It's weak, and feels like a strong breeze.]

[Gabriel doesn't move. He's still leaning over, breathing, dripping. He'll apologize later.]

[serverofshota]

[A bit of a twitch, not so much a wince, embracing the 'strike' against him.]

Gabriel.

[grey_of_heart]

[Quiet, thin.]

Mori.

Go home, Mori. I'll be there shortly.

[Whenever his head stopped.]

[threelimiters]

Are you all right?

[grey_of_heart]

Ahahah ahehe, aahh... [Awgawd, it hurts to laugh.]

Ah. Not really.

[threelimiters]

[Damn. He has nothing to help this man right now.]

Can you tell me what's wrong?

[grey_of_heart]

[He looks up. Nice nosebleed going there.]

Just a headache.

[bustydefense]

Can you make it home?

[grey_of_heart]

I don't want to go home. Bloody drones, I can't look at them.

[bustydefense]

I don't want you to stay out here. Takashi is probably worried about you.

[grey_of_heart]

[Gabriel lifts his head to look across the street, squints against the harsh light. There's blood all down his chin, through his beard and staining his shirt.]

What do you think's in there?

[Referring to the building he's studying, the Police Station.]