scuse me, pardon me

[gloryisbullshit]

Who: Party Poison and YOU, baby (please)
When: Anytime starting day 13 running through day 15
Where: Throughout all the houses
What: So Party Poison is a growing boy with a lot of curiosities and he might be breaking into any houses that look like they don't have anyone living in them! SO IF YOU LIVE ALONE, YOU ARE PROBABLY GOING TO HAVE A SURPRISE VISITOR! Or maybe you're just passing by and see this fella busting into an empty house! Please! Please, come stop him--or help him get in and explore! Some of these attics are hard to crawl into!
Warnings: Cussing, probably lots of cussing.

Maybe it's a little dangerous to be out, but he kind of likes having the animals out. He's not scared; he's got a good knife from Hawkeye, and let's face it--Party Poison is a fucking animal. Ah, he's just so cool. Thus armed with his bowie, a flashlight, and his inherent coolness, he decides today is another good day for exploring.

And by "exploring", we mean "breaking and entering." The fact is, the library is boring. He hasn't had the patience to read for ages. The bar is excellent, but he doesn't feel like being drunk yet today, the church is a church, and he's already done a mental inventory of the pharmacy. The lighthouse--ah, that's something he'd like to explore. But it's such a walk. It's much easier to scope out these houses, and there are so many to scope out! Look, he's not an idiot: he only picks on the houses with empty windows, the ones he hasn't seen people moving in and out of--

Maybe he can learn something inside, okay?

It's the pursuit of knowledge that brings this skinny, dirty little dude to your doorstep. Don't bother coming to open it. He's pretty deft at popping locks. He'll let himself in.

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[gloryisbullshit]

He bites back the kind of response he would normally give ("science is observation, dipwad!") because hey--he'll take what inches he's getting. There's no hiding the little jump that comes when he does try to pull away, though. Still, he swallows and smiles. "What'sat, that's--Norwegian? My name's mine, yours seems a little thiefy, tell you true."

[hung_garian]

"Icelandic, scholars are currently thinking."

He raises an eyebrow, somewhere near challenging, then lets go of Party Poison's hand.

"Though I gotta say, there's something of the ironic in you calling me thiefy, all things considered."

[gloryisbullshit]

“I didn’t take any thing! You wanna fuckin frisk me, Iceland?”

[hung_garian]

Gabriel looks him up and down, slowly and pointedly enough for it to be uncomfortable. He purses his lips, as if in consideration.

"I think I'll take a rain check on that one, bucko, but thanks for the offer."

[gloryisbullshit]

He shivers, but you didn't see anything. Stepping back is a valiant effort at covering it up, as is his stinging retort as he half turns to get the fuck out: "I'll give you a rain check."

[hung_garian]

Amused, and probably partly to himself:

"Touché."

He doesn't try to stop him leaving, though. Sure, tormenting and traumatising strangers is fun, but you can have too much of a good thing. And he'd hate to use up all his one-liners in the same meeting.