uberboned | 018 [Written, because he's in the infirmary still and he has some decorum... Y'know somewhere]

Okay!

On a list of things I never want to do again, that is way, way, way up there. On the plus side, I can actually move without feeling like I'm gonna black out any second over here, so, in case you were worried, the archangel will pull through. Thank you all for your concern.

On that note, if you guys find the son of a bitch that caused this? I've got five things I'd like to say to him and then five more things to say to him in response to whatever he says after that. And then I'm probably gonna put him through a wall. Okay? Okay. Just so we're all clear on that.

[[OOC: So Gabe's still in the infirmary, despite having almost recovered from his Death Toll, because he won't leave until Max is better. You can assume he's been sitting in a chair beside her cot this entire time, refusing to move and probably either giving people wary looks or sleeping. People still stuck in the infirmary/infirmary staff/whatever can feel free to spam off this post if they'd like. I dun care. XD]]

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You sure? Because you look a little... I dunno. Like you wanna hit the nearest object, which happens to be me, so give a guy some warning before you start swinging. Do you just need a hug, Maxxie?

I want out of here. I'm about to ask McCoy if he'll let me recover the rest of the way in my room. [She rolled her eyes.]

[Gabriel quirked an eyebrow.]

...Do you always have to wait for Daddy's permission?

Oh, shut up. He's not my Dad, okay? I just trust his opinions. [Have a shove Gabe.]

[Gabe laughed.] Okay, okay. Settle. I was just saying that if you really wanted to get out of here, I could... I dunno. Smuggle you out. 'Course, it's all on me if you don't recover properly and I'll still tell McCoy to shove his medical opinion up his ass if he gives me grief over it, but... Eh. [He shrugged.] Figure it's worth it in the name of you not clawing someone's eyes out.

[Max flicked her hair out of her eyes.] I'm just not used to being stuck in any one place for too long.

[Gabe spread his hands.] Your move, princess. Stay here and wait for discharge or play the bad girl and skip out.

I think I'm feeling a lil' on the good side today, sorry. [Max stuck her tongue out.]

[He stuck his tongue out right back.] Fine, but my ass ain't moving 'til you're out of here, so that's either a win or a lose, depending on how you look at it.

Yeah, well, you've gotta move sometime. [BROW RAISE]

[He crossed his arms over his chest definitely] I've been in this chair for three days. You wanna see how long I can hold out?

[A small smile.] I could make McCoy kick you out.

[He smiled right back.] I'd like to see him try.

I can make it happen. [Snerk.]

I'm stronger than he is.

Oh... you wouldn't hit him. [Max grinned.] He's like a brother to me. And most of my actual siblings are dead.

I wouldn't hit him. I'm just saying that, despite probably being taller than I am, I could still physically keep him from moving me. [He pouted.] And I'm starting to get the impression you want me gone.

You're just breathing down my neck, Gabe. [Max chortled.] But if you give me a masseuse style massage... I'll let you stay.

It's friendly, life-affirming breathing down your neck, not creepy breathing down your neck, and I'll give you whatever the heck I can dredge up as far as massages go and you'll like it, dammit.

[Max rolled onto her stomach.] Yeah, I bet I will.

[Gabe moved out of the chair and leaned over her to work on her shoulders, putting his head down close to her ear.] That's because I'm the best.

[Max snorted.] OH, you're so sure of yourself.

[FEEL THIS SHOULDER MASSAGE, MAX. THAT IS ONE GQ SHOULDER MASSAGE RIGHT THERE. OTHER PLAYERS THEY DON'T KNOW HOW TO WORK THOSE MUSCLES, BUT GABRIEL'S A BONAFIDE ARCHANGEL. HE CAN THROW YOU INTO A WALL AND HE CAN WORK THE TENSION OUT OF YOUR BACK AFTER HE'S DONE. DEATH TOLL? FUCK DEATH TOLL. ALL YOU'LL REMEMBER OF DYING IS THAT YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE IN HEAVEN WHEN GABE'S DONE WITH YOU. FUCK.]

Yep. But I get that I have to prove it, which I'm doing riight about now.

[SUPER STRENGTH = MAKES FOR THE BEST MASSAGE. DAYUM.]

[Max grunted into the pillow.] Fine. Okay. I'll give you this.

[If Gabe were paying attention, he'd probably realize that there is no one in this room that can mistake the look in his eyes as he's rubbing Max's shoulders. Gabe, of course, would deny it until the end of days.

His hands trace close to the back of her neck and he's suddenly reminded of what she told him when she was sleep-talking. And as much as he didn't want to bring this up, she had a right to know he heard.]

Y'know, you talk in your sleep.

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018 [Written, because he's in the infirmary still and he has some decorum... Y'know somewhere]

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