RL with Gale | Grab Bag Virus

[bare_my_fangs]

You'd think that as a Gundam Pilot - a person living life on the edge, with their life always at stake - Michael would be an extremely light sleeper. You know, wide awake at the slightest noise and ready to attack. And you'd be right.

For the most part.

If Michael doesn't sense any immediate danger, then you can pretty much count on him to be out of it.

Kinda like right now.

Being transported to someone else's room - into their bed - in the middle of the night didn't do much of anything to Michael, save cause him to be sprawled out on top of Gale rather than just his own bed. He'd even stolen all of the blankets here as well, the duvet wrapped half around him with the other half hanging off the bed, and was content to sleep merrily away until morning.

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[donotcomprehend.livejournal.com]

Gale was also able to bear a great deal of pain, but he had thought he'd hit on the truth when he felt Michael stretching him and realized that he hadn't done that for him the last time.

"Whatever I have done...I apologize," he said after a long silence in which he waited for Michael to say something. "However, if you do not tell me what it is, I cannot promise not to repeat the mistake."

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

Stupid Gale and his fucking logic. But even still, it did nothing more than piss Michael off even more. It felt like he was being pitied or something. Fuck that. "I don't want your fucking promise or some bullshit apology. I--" He inhaled sharply, as though stopping himself from saying something incriminating, before continuing. "Don't want to talk about it. Change the subject."

[donotcomprehend.livejournal.com]

Gale was silent for a few moments. "Your reaction suggests that you are concerned about telling me the truth," he said, pushing invisible glasses up his nose in an automatic, unconscious gesture. "Whatever it is, I am certain my reaction will not be negative."

[bare-my-fangs.livejournal.com]

Michael growled. "What part of 'change the subject' did you not understand?" he snarled, reaching for Gale's throat with his free hand. The more Gale opened his mouth, the more punching him out seemed like a really good idea.

[donotcomprehend.livejournal.com]

Gale's hand came up as fast as Michael's reflexively, and caught his wrist before he could grab his throat. He blinked in surprise. "Very well, we can change the subject," he said, as calm as ever, but even more perplexed by Michael's illogical behaviour. "We must determine how to explain your presence to the rest of the Embryon. Heat may wish to devour you."