Gabriel flops his head back and shifts a bit. Right. That explains everything. She hasn't caught the little white-blooded freak yet, she feels useless, and so she's mothering the first thing she actually can deal with.
"You're transferring, Murphy," he says, half drawling and half sing-songing.
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Date: 2010-01-13 05:28 am (UTC)"You're transferring, Murphy," he says, half drawling and half sing-songing.