『ʟɪᴋᴇ』ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ɢɪꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ. 『ʀᴛ』ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ; ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ 2 - 10 ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛꜱ. 『ʙᴏᴛʜ』 ꜰᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴍ.

He hasn’t seen his father in a few days??

~Gif Starter for ❂ 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑼𝒓𝒊𝒔 ❂~

Is he being boring and reading? Yeah-.

Stares.

Arches a brow.

He hates driving in the snow. . .

Sounds fun.

Better than be on the move constantly when one just wants a break. .

He would love to but his mother would freak if he skipped his therapy.

Or perhaps a cigarette can be his therapist today-.

Oh he does? Well, he will just be on a bench, searching for his pack and lighter.

Slowly, his gaze drifted towards the new comer, watching the male for a moment before he finally pulled out his own pack, placing it between his lips.

He glanced back to the stranger once he was able to finally get the cigarettes lit. Of course, he placed it between his lips as he moved a hand down to his lap where a journal laid, gently tapping the title written in cursive; ‘William Uris’.

He will be sitting out in the snow. He forgot his house key.

[Dude, Locke and Key is such a good show!]

Slowly, William moved to gently shake Gabriel's hand with a warm smile to his lips. Now, he found himself opening his note book to a random page where his next sentence was already written out for him. He has been through this process to many times-. 'Nice to meet you.'

William was just sick of always writing out our over an over, so might as well prepare common statements. Slowly, he just nodded his head while he moved to sink back into the bench, blowing a puff of smoke from his lips.

He is just so tired lately.

Nudges.