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[grey_of_heart]

[Gabriel is sitting on his front porch. He has a glass of ice water in one hand, and his shirt in the other. His chest, arms and hands are covered in various sorts of old scars, electrical and fire burns, surgical, old wounds. He's also sweating

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[serverofshota]

[Heading towards home, after tending to Persephone. Raises his eyebrows at his old man.]

[grey_of_heart]

H'lo, mate.

[The old man is pale, soaked, and he's chewing yummy, yummy ice.]

[serverofshota]

[Not good.]

The vaccine?

[grey_of_heart]

Told 'em to go hang. So much for that.

[He fishes another chunk of ice out of the glass.]

[bustydefense]

[Assume Mia heard that conversation over the phone, idk]

Is everything all right?

Assuming is underway.

[grey_of_heart]

Peachy.

[By now, Mia should be somewhat accustomed to Gabriel's sarcasm. His voice is rusty though, and his breath rattles in his chest. To punctuate, he coughs.]

Did you take the needle?

I don't know what everybody has against assumptions

[bustydefense]

I did... I got lucky.

Can I do anything to help?

They're so cute and cuddly, come on people.

[grey_of_heart]

Good. That's good.

[More coughing, this time more prolonged.]

Not sure what it would be, luv. I was the fool who knocked one of 'em out. They really didn't take to well to that, but it make them leave.