“I don’t look terrible in pink,” he just shrugged it off because honestly a few stained clothes on his first try didn’t seem like the worst thing that could happen. Getting into a dangerous situation as he was now seemed worse. He knew how to fight, sure. But it helped when he had the backing of his powers. When he wasn’t at his best Gabe knew he was kind of painfully unprepared. His fights with Loki and Michael had been proof enough. So hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.
It was a little unfair how effortlessly Sam managed to hop up on the counter. He did the same, but without his usual grace. He’d never really had an issue with being short until now. Most of the time it was nice because people underestimated him.
“This might come as a surprise to you but washing machines haven’t been around all that long, and women are t the only ones who wash clothes.” Gabe was teasing this time and he nudged Sam with his elbow to convey as much.
“I’ve been in a female form before though. Especially when I was running errands for dear old dad. Helped with the whole ethereal aesthetic, actually.”