After they pumped him up with that magic blood again (he really needed to find out where that came from. Was there someone who could heal? He needed that power) Angela had a strong talking to with Gabriel
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While Gabriel acted like a child and tried multiple times to get out as if she had some horrible zombie virus, like a child, Elle sat patiently at the table, her legs crossed and her posture straight. She was wearing a pencil skirt, and pumps, and a blue button-up (matched her eyes), and a cute little corset to go over it.
She was acting completely professional, just as Noah had told her to do. Apparently, she wasn't allowed to kill Gabriel--she had argued she was protecting herself, and she hadn't killed Gabriel, or even left him to die!--and she also had to train him. She had replied, obviously, that she was going to anyway because it was her job, and Gabriel was just a psychopath that attacked her because she called him boring.
Noah had looked at her with that blank look and patient smile, sitting as the edge of her bed, and told her she and Gabriel need to learn to get along or something. Elle was fine with that--actually, maybe she'd thrown a tiny tantrum because he had tried to kill her--so here they were. Locked in a room,
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Gabriel was simply wearing a pair of black slacks, a white button down shirt, a tie and a vest. These were really the only kind of outfits Angela had left him with. He didn't mind though.
He rolled his eyes at Elle's statement. "If anyone should apologize, it's you," He said firmly. "You started things."
After all she was the one who flirted and tried to seduce him and then got bitchy at him for kissing her. It all went downhill after that. It was totally her fault.
She scoffed, rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms. He was so infantile. "You were going to kill me just because you're boring and you couldn't handle hearing the truth. I win," she retorted. "Say you're sorry."
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She was acting completely professional, just as Noah had told her to do. Apparently, she wasn't allowed to kill Gabriel--she had argued she was protecting herself, and she hadn't killed Gabriel, or even left him to die!--and she also had to train him. She had replied, obviously, that she was going to anyway because it was her job, and Gabriel was just a psychopath that attacked her because she called him boring.
Noah had looked at her with that blank look and patient smile, sitting as the edge of her bed, and told her she and Gabriel need to learn to get along or something. Elle was fine with that--actually, maybe she'd thrown a tiny tantrum because he had tried to kill her--so here they were. Locked in a room, ( ... )
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He rolled his eyes at Elle's statement. "If anyone should apologize, it's you," He said firmly. "You started things."
After all she was the one who flirted and tried to seduce him and then got bitchy at him for kissing her. It all went downhill after that. It was totally her fault.
That was his story, and he was sticking to it.
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She was such a child.
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