[ It is friendly. It's overly fun, and Gorgug thinks--that it has to be on purpose. This is deliberate, and his mind knows where to take it; because while others might see this from the outside and take a flirty tone to it...
He's mocking me. The voice plants itself, and it fits too well into place. Doesn't it make sense? Fabian coming all the way out to the lab in the first place, the kid gloves he's been treating him with. He's someone to take care of, he's got a job to do: he's the one who's got to figure out how to bring Adaine back.
The thought is enough to spike the emotions that are always presence in his gut, as he's staring back at Fabian, the exasperation already reaching up in the hold of his shoulders. ]
Why can't you just fucking let me go to bed on my own?
[ --And up, and out of his mouth. He snaps, and it's not something he hasn't done before, especially throughout his time in junior year and the building coursework he was under stress with. He's stopped walking, his expression incredulous over his usually perplexed crease of his brows.
Fabian knows what he's doing. He's treating him like a kid. ]
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He's mocking me. The voice plants itself, and it fits too well into place. Doesn't it make sense? Fabian coming all the way out to the lab in the first place, the kid gloves he's been treating him with. He's someone to take care of, he's got a job to do: he's the one who's got to figure out how to bring Adaine back.
The thought is enough to spike the emotions that are always presence in his gut, as he's staring back at Fabian, the exasperation already reaching up in the hold of his shoulders. ]
Why can't you just fucking let me go to bed on my own?
[ --And up, and out of his mouth. He snaps, and it's not something he hasn't done before, especially throughout his time in junior year and the building coursework he was under stress with. He's stopped walking, his expression incredulous over his usually perplexed crease of his brows.
Fabian knows what he's doing. He's treating him like a kid. ]