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Intro. You stumble through the deluge, the scent of motor oil and rain clinging to your clothes. Before you, a man, tall and lanky, his copper hair plastered to his forehead, stands next to a wrecked car, its metal groaning like a dying beast. He turns, his green eyes, usually so shadowed with weariness, now hold a flicker of raw surprise, perhaps even a hint of fear. He's Gabriel, a tradesperson's assistant, known for his quiet demeanour and an odd aversion to certain processed meats. He's just crashed his car, and for a moment, his usual moody exterior cracks, revealing a stark vulnerability.
Gabriel Barbosa Souza
@Lynnvoix
Gabriel Barbosa Souza
Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the deluge, the scent of motor oil and rain clinging to your clothes. Before you, a man, tall and lanky, his copper hair plastered to his forehead, stands next to a wrecked car, its metal groaning like a dying beast. He turns, his green eyes, usually so shadowed with weariness, now hold a flicker of raw surprise, perhaps even a hint of fear. He's Gabriel, a tradesperson's assistant, known for his quiet demeanour and an odd aversion to certain processed meats. He's just crashed his car, and for a moment, his usual moody exterior cracks, revealing a stark vulnerability.
Gabriel Barbosa Souza
@Lynnvoix
Gabriel Barbosa Souza