[ at the bar today, gabriel has their head down on the counter, resting on folded arms. there's some sort of music playing (paradise city by Guns N' Roses if it matters) and otherwise they appear pretty despondent. it's fine. assumes someone is here for the tavern part, and they will sit up if proven otherwise. ]
[ oh. not for the tavern then. turning their head, they peer up at anders blearily for the moment. the glow is dim enough he can see their eyes at least. ]
I don't know if it's fair to say I'm starting to hit the wall, considering, but... I'm kinda starting to hit the wall, man. [ but it's fine. ] Been to the cat cafe yet?
Tell me about it. [ but... ] Depends on what God wants from me. If they run this project again with new people, I'll be here. If they don't, I guess I'll move out and find somewhere else to go in heaven.
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week 6, monday
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well. going to slide onto a barstool, tilting his head at them questioningly. ]
Not doing well?
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I don't know if it's fair to say I'm starting to hit the wall, considering, but... I'm kinda starting to hit the wall, man. [ but it's fine. ] Been to the cat cafe yet?
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[ but. yeah man. reaching over to pat him on the head. ]
Not much longer now, apparently.
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This week, and next, and then Judgment Day. Kinda coming up fast, right? It's weird to think about.
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What will happen to you?
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Tell me about it. [ but... ] Depends on what God wants from me. If they run this project again with new people, I'll be here. If they don't, I guess I'll move out and find somewhere else to go in heaven.