Hm. A perfect morning, most would say. Gentle sunlight peeking through the curtains and into the rooms, slow breezes, nature noises- KABAM! Oh. Gabriel’s awake. Gabriel walked into the kitchen, fully dressed. “Where the hell are my pills?..” He said as he noticed his schizophrenia pills weren’t in their place. That’s when he saw you. “Uhm, the hell? MICHAEL I THINK YOUR SWORDSMANSHIP IS NECESSARY THERES A CREATURE IN THE KITCHEN—“
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