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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 7:44 pm
Gale was now quite convinced he did not really like Christmas shopping.
He had not gone to Harrods - he could have, considering that using Euros was much easier and less confusing than trying to figure out American money, but Gale had decided, last minute, to instead go to the enormous Bloomingdale's in New York City.
Gale did not want to take the chance of running into someone he knew.
He had almost requested London - almost. But at the last moment, just before he had stepped through the portal and seen the familiar sights and scents of the city he knew so well, Gale had hesitated, moving back instead and changing his destination.
Just as he had not wanted to take the chance of running into someone familiar, Gale did not want to admit that he missed London; missed everything about it.
No. I can't think like that.
Really, though, there was only one person who would probably understand how he felt - though Gale was uncertain at first, not entirely sure he actually wanted to go and bother the older hunter, but it wouldn't do any harm, would it?
He certainly hoped not.
So mid-morning the day after he had gone shopping, Gale found himself standing outside the door of one David Brant. He knocked carefully.
"Davey? You in, mate?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 4:28 pm
Davey was in, lying on his bed. His normal training schedule had gone to hell since his own shopping adventures. He still got up early, and either jogged around the island or worked out in the gym, but by the time everyone else was moving, Davey retreated back to the relative safety of his room. Licking his wounds was a private thing, and he didn't want the other trainees knowing anything was wrong with him. He hated pity at the best of times.
The knocking had Davey turn his head towards the door, but he resolved to ignore it until whoever it was went away. Then Gale's voice floated through the door. It took Davey several moments to decide, but eventually he pushed himself up off the bed and crossed to the door. Unlocking it, he opened the door and gestured Gale inwards. Davey had no desire to stand in his own doorway and carry on a conversation. Even if Gale only wanted something as simple as a spar or a mission request, Davey could turn him down in the privacy of his own room, not where everyone else could see or hear.
"What can I do for you?" he asked as he made his way to back to his bed and took a seat on the edge.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 7:08 pm
The look on Davey's face suggested he probably wasn't in the best of moods, which made Gale hesitate a moment before he stepped inside. He almost excused himself to leave, wondering whether he was unwelcome, but then Davey sat down, and Gale nodded slowly, pushing his fringe of bangs away from his face.
"I apologize for intruding," he said, leaning against the nearest wall with his arms folded across his chest. Like the other hunter, the last thing he wanted was pity - that was an unnecessary and irritating emotion, not to mention patronizing at the best of times. And having been on the receiving end of it much too many times, he figured that someone like Davey would at least be someone who wouldn't; not just because they were both English, but because the older hunter had never once treated Gale as anything other than an adult - a fact that Gale very much appreciated.
Which was partially why he had come today.
"Er..." he said, then sighed.
"I went shopping," he said, and then shook his head. "But not in London." There was a slight pause as he thought about his experience. "I don't...I mean, I didn't...want to take the chance....of something happening."
Lifting his eyes, he tilted his head to look at Davey.
"Do you miss it?" he asked. "Being...not a hunter, I mean. London, your old home...do you miss it?"
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