Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Dallas/Ronan
[Another wince tugs at the red bow of his mouth, and brown eyes are shooting daggers at the dismissive wave of her hand as it flaps through the air.] Yeah, right? You needed wheels like I need another dozen voices in my head. And do you realize how bloody ridiculous it is that your thoughts are louder than most voices?
[A roll of his eyes in her direction as he settles himself into the passenger seat of the convertible, ignoring the seatbelt and propping both feet up against the dash - stolen or no, he's beyond showing manners, even if the car's a beauty. He just wants another pint and a sweet, solid blackness pressing up against his eyes.] Not all of us can be supermodels, yeah? Will you shut the hell up and drive, or are you going to make me go all voodoo connection with your cellphone so that I've got blackmail material?