Gabriel pov
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"Fuck…"
I groaned and let my hand fall over the side of my bed. For a moment I just lay there, my feet twitching occasionally to try and rid themselves of that static feeling. But to no luck. Eventually I had to just push through it and get to work.
Meaning that I cared for my regular hygiene… meaning that I made my way through the kitchen and made myself a filling - if unhealthy - breakfast. Then with all the swagger and air of some pompous bastard I-
Ding-Dong-Ding-Dong
I blinked. Who the hell uses a doorbell, especially in a tiny apartment like this. I could hear their breath from the other room for god's sake. But ugh… I was going to have to interact with them.
