Hug? Hug! There was currently A PERSON OF THE FEMALE PERSUASION. ...HUGGING HIM. Gabriel's arms shot out to the sides, as he stumbled back a few steps, with a movement that could only be described as an all-out flail. Egads. Hugging. What did he do? Did he hug her back? Did he offer consolation?! Did he thank her? This was the kind of stuff that his mother should have been teaching him! How much mayonnaise one would put into a tuna sandwich was not important, mostly because tuna fish was disgusting! Hugging, however: Important!
"I... don't... yes!" he managed to stammer back, and then Dread Pirate Morgan was most certainly doing something involving lips and his cheek that may or may not have been a kiss, and dear God. Another flail, as Gabriel's eyes widened to comical proportions behind thick-rimmed glasses and every muscle in his body went ramrod straight. Um. Girl germs, girl germs, get it off, he wasn't married, he was going to H E Double Hockey Sticks! "And I'm not good at hockey," he hissed to DPM, randomly, without really informing her as to what was currently going on in his train of thought.
Right. Apparently Big Man With Giant Chin was much more interesting than the boy who could not even handle a kiss on the cheek - which, at the moment, Gabriel had no problem with, and he was definitely taking a few waddling steps away, arms still stuck out to the sides in an attempt to get the germs very decidedly not onto himself. What to do, what to do.
Peter was definitely throwing his arms around Nathan, and, damn, he'd forgotten how adorable this kid had been, hadn't he? He still had the whole puppy eyes thing going on, but how much worse was it when it was four-year-old puppy eyes? Nathan's mouth even quirked into something that... might have been a hint towards something that possibly resembled a grin. He was just so damn cute.
The little redhead was flouncing over to Nathan, then, tears still streaked down her cheeks, and he let out a weird sort of sound of distress. Oh, man. Arms all splayed and he may or may not have felt really bad now. He made a kid cry! Who was proud of something like that? "Okay, okay, and then... Specs," he muttered under his breath, even as said Specs automatically squealed something about not needing a piggy back ride or anything else possibly involving pigs. Which were dirty.
Specs. Was that seriously his name? What mean-ass parents.
...Or maybe it was for the glasses thing. Whatever. Kids were... weird.
Nathan was grabbing Rachel under the armpits and swinging the girl up over his shoulders, protective hold of her legs to keep her from slipping and... entirely sure he was going to be regretting this tomorrow. Namely, his back. "Holding on?" Hopefully not around his throat?
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Date: 2007-09-15 12:00 am (UTC)"I... don't... yes!" he managed to stammer back, and then Dread Pirate Morgan was most certainly doing something involving lips and his cheek that may or may not have been a kiss, and dear God. Another flail, as Gabriel's eyes widened to comical proportions behind thick-rimmed glasses and every muscle in his body went ramrod straight. Um. Girl germs, girl germs, get it off, he wasn't married, he was going to H E Double Hockey Sticks! "And I'm not good at hockey," he hissed to DPM, randomly, without really informing her as to what was currently going on in his train of thought.
Right. Apparently Big Man With Giant Chin was much more interesting than the boy who could not even handle a kiss on the cheek - which, at the moment, Gabriel had no problem with, and he was definitely taking a few waddling steps away, arms still stuck out to the sides in an attempt to get the germs very decidedly not onto himself. What to do, what to do.
Peter was definitely throwing his arms around Nathan, and, damn, he'd forgotten how adorable this kid had been, hadn't he? He still had the whole puppy eyes thing going on, but how much worse was it when it was four-year-old puppy eyes? Nathan's mouth even quirked into something that... might have been a hint towards something that possibly resembled a grin. He was just so damn cute.
The little redhead was flouncing over to Nathan, then, tears still streaked down her cheeks, and he let out a weird sort of sound of distress. Oh, man. Arms all splayed and he may or may not have felt really bad now. He made a kid cry! Who was proud of something like that? "Okay, okay, and then... Specs," he muttered under his breath, even as said Specs automatically squealed something about not needing a piggy back ride or anything else possibly involving pigs. Which were dirty.
Specs. Was that seriously his name? What mean-ass parents.
...Or maybe it was for the glasses thing. Whatever. Kids were... weird.
Nathan was grabbing Rachel under the armpits and swinging the girl up over his shoulders, protective hold of her legs to keep her from slipping and... entirely sure he was going to be regretting this tomorrow. Namely, his back. "Holding on?" Hopefully not around his throat?