Gabe has duty to snuggle (inyrbasemnt) wrote in from_the_ashes, @ 2009-09-03 11:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: gabe, char: travis, char: william |
Who: Gabe & Travie (and William!)
Where: Gabe's den (also known as his office in the dungeons)
What: Working! Totally working! Or, perhaps, skiving off, talking shit and smoking up.
When: Evening (say, the evening before the kiddies come back?)
The good thing about Travis coming down to visit him in his office was that Gabe could tinker with the gently bubbling contents of his cauldron (weird-smelling too, but he wasn't inhaling too deeply since he leaned over it and got mugged by imaginary fluffy bunnies) while they talked. The better thing about Travis coming down to visit was that Gabe could (and did! it never gets old!) give him shit about his reluctance to set foot in anything lower than the Great Hall before Gabe spent most of a month realigning the qi down here. But the best thing about Travis coming down was that he brought his weed with him.
Gabe exhaled sweet-smelling smoke, which mingled with the orange steam rising from the cauldron and sent a shower of tiny feathered wisps of something back down into the brew. Huh. Interesting. He kept one eye on the potion as he stretched out to pass the joint back to Travis, but it didn't seem inclined to explode, disappear or even transmute. Oh well. He'd still make a note of it. Or would as soon as he could find his quill. He lifted his notebook, his reference books, rummaged among the pile of chestnuts, peered under the cauldron. "Hey man," he said, a little muffled by his cheek against the desk, "my quill over there?"