the heat is on [gabriel]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] The Pacific climate was in one of its moods that particular day--the humidity had been turned up to an almost unbearable point, and the occasional breeze that blew through was hot and made your skin feel slick with sweat, which didn't help matters at all. It wasn't really the sort of day that anybody would willingly choose to go outside and perform hard labor, such as, say, moving every single possession out of one apartment and into another. This being the case, Daniella Thoms was sipping on a self-made yellow margarita underneath the shade of a palm tree, eyeing her large pile of various objects, boxes, and loose clothing that slumped on the grass a few yards away. Graduation had been a blast, but the subsequent moving out of the student dormitories was much less enthusing. She had used up every last second of the grace period in which she was allowed to remain in her dorm room, and had even been given a short extension given that her leg was in no condition to be bothered with carrying large loads of things. Her last visit to the doctor had been a good one, though, and the bite wound had healed to an irregularly-shaped scar on her thigh, beneath which was a dent where a hunk of muscle had been torn off. The heat had given her pause for the moment, but she was jubilant about the fact that she was moving in with her boyfriend, Gabriel. She had never lived with a significant other before, and in the back of her head she questioned if maybe they were moving too fast--Pinky never listened to the back of her head much, though. The cold drink in her hand also kept her away from the small pill box in her pocket--unbeknownst to anyone, even Gabe, she had picked up a nasty habit of popping an oxy or two when the urge caught her. Granted, her leg still pained her quite a bit as the nerves around the wound were severed and severely disrupted, but she had not decreased her medication dosage since the first week of her recovery. Summing up the amount of things on the grass, she wondered how it was all going to find a place in Gabriel's apartment. She had already moved her fishy friends in a few days earlier, and that was really all that mattered to her. ...Of course, if her multitudes of shoes and sunglasses couldn't fit nicely somewhere, she might be a bit disappointed. It had taken hours to box everything up in her room, and longer still to drag it all down the hallway and to the sidewalk outside. From there, a few friends from the Academy had loaded it all into the back of a large pickup truck and even went so far as to place it semi-neatly in the courtyard of the apartment complex she was moving into. She'd rewarded them with lemonade, and after they'd left she tipped a bottle of tequila into the blender to make a special beverage for herself. Passersby peered curiously at her as they drove or walked or biked past. Sure, it was very hot that day and the island was basically an extension of Hawaii and a haven for surfers and beachgoers, but it was still slightly unusual to see a girl clad in a lime green bikini and giant heart-shaped glitter-white sunglasses--especially if said girl had a head full of bubblegum pink hair tied back into two high pigtails. Pinky hadn't been too eager to expose the weird new shape of her leg, but the summer sun had been too determined for her to fight.

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[gabelangley]

Gabriel had been stuck at work for the better part of the day. He had been working out in the heat for most of it, but the heat wasn't really exceptional for his usual routine. Considering where they were living, it was common for it to be hot. Some days just happened to be way more hotter than others. He had been a little distracted, and called out on it a few times, because of the fact that Pinky was moving in with him that very day. He had hoped that the school would give her a little more time in her dorm room while he was at work, because he didn't want her to have to do the work by herself. He had spent the last several days getting rid of unneeded things and making room for her stuff in his apartment, but he hadn't really had much in the first place, so that hadn't taken too much effort to do.

As soon as it had been time for him to get off work, he had changed into a white tank top and a gray and white pair of shorts. Sure, he could have just helped her put her things in the apartment in the clothes that he had worn to work, but they didn't give him shorts to wear at work. It was way too hot to be wearing pants right now, and that way saying something, considering Gabriel could wear them in most weather. Though he usually ended up regretting it, but that wasn't the point. He drove the motorcycle back to his apartment and was disappointed when the trip ended. The wind had felt extremely good while he was going down the road, but the disappointment disappeared when he noticed his girlfriend had already arrived at his apartment with her things. And of course she had made herself at home under the shade of a tree with a drink in hand.

He knew what it looked like it had in it, but knowing her it was deceiving. He put down the helmet and went to go unlock his apartment door. That was one difference between the two of them; Pinky had always left her dorm room door unlocked, while his was always locked when he was away. But he would have to point out the difference to her later. At least Gabe thought it was safer to leave it unlocked in a dorm room than it was in an apartment, and he didn't want their things stolen. He tossed his bag with his clothes on the couch and headed back out to where Pinky was probably still relaxing. "Hey babe. I'd give you a proper greeting, but I'm kind of sweaty and dirty,” he said, looking around at her things.

"Did you get some help with moving your things over here?” He didn't think she had done it by herself. That would have taken too long and then he'd have to be upset with her, because he was supposed to be helping her move her things. He didn't want her to do it by herself, especially because of her leg. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean I'm all for it, but I don't want you to regret moving in with me, if you don't want to do it, or you aren't ready to.” Rarely, though had he seen Pinky doubt herself openly. Once she made the decision to do something, she usually went through with it, for at least awhile. Gabriel was glad to have her move in, even if it did mean having to find some common ground in the apartment.

That was stuff that he hadn't had to deal with before, because he hadn't ever had any of his girlfriends move in with him. He didn't know whether it was going to be hard or easy, but it would test their relationship in the least. It had to mean something if they could survive living in the same apartment together, right?

TAG – Pinky
WORDS - 671
NOTES – Yay for a reply.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[pinkythoms]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] As soon as the sound of the motorcycle had hit her ears, she had become as alert as a dog left at home alone all day long. Eager eyes searched the street, expecting the bike to charge in at any second. Her excitement bubbled out in a squeal of glee when Gabriel parked and went inside. She knew he had seen her, so she waited rather impatiently for him to emerge from the building again. It seemed like forever before he came back out, and a fair amount of her drink spilled over the rim of the glass as she threw her hands up into the air. "Well hello, loverboy!" Despite his mention of being smelly and dirty, she wrapped her free arm around his waist and hugged her face into his chest. Giving him a sniff, she chuckled and pulled back, waving a hand under her nose and making a face. It was all very over-dramatized. "Oh, yeah! Some guys from the school basically did everything. It was awesome. I didn't expect to be here before you got off work, actually, but I actually had about thirty minutes to spare," she quipped. She put the straw to her lips and shot Gabriel a long sideways glance while he spoke. One hand immediately went to her hip, which jutted out to the side in an appraising way. Her eyebrows bent in an "are you serious?" sort of way. "I am so sure. Living together is going to be the best thing, ever. Like, seriously," she scolded him sassily before distracting her mouth with the margarita again. After a moment, she asked him quite pleasantly, "How was work?"

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She was eager to see Willy and company, and walked casually toward the building. She wouldn't complain about being in an air conditioned space for just a few minutes, and her fish would be more than happy to see her she imagined. As she walked, there was a slight limp but nothing nearly as noticeable as the first few weeks after her accident. "You should come inside or something. It's freaking hot out here and I don't want to carry anything right now," she called back to him, stopping at the entrance and waiting. Pinky knew that Gabriel was a bit more suspicious of people than she was, and had maybe locked his apartment door. She thought that it was incredibly silly, but then again she had never lived in apartment complex and didn't quite know what was common behavior.
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[gabelangley]

He had warned her that he would be sweaty if she hugged him, but she still did it. It was obvious that he would be, with his particular job. And she already knew where he worked, so she had probably been expecting it. Gabriel laughed at the expression on her face when she pulled back from the hug, and threw his hands up in the air. ”What did I just tell you?” Of course he figured she must be exaggerating just a bit, because he was still wearing plenty of deodorant. He always kept it on hand, whether he had a girlfriend or not. But he had never particularly cared too much about what his girlfriends thought, until he had met Pinky. Somehow she made him care about it and he wasn't sure if she knew it or not.

”Oh, well sorry for making you wait. But at least you got some help. And I know you don't like locking the door, but I had a spare key made for you.” He had asked her to move in with him before graduation, so he had a little while to get things prepared and have the key made. ”It's on the counter,” he explained, after giving it a short thought as to where he had put it. Gabriel put his hands up in mock surrender when she scolded him for even asking her if she was sure she wanted to go through with it. And here he had thought it couldn't hurt to ask such a simple question. ”It was fine. But as you can tell, it's extremely humid and it has been all day. So it kind of sucked being outside most of the day. But considering you're moving in with me, you're probably going to have to listen to me complain sometimes, so let's forget about my work day. How was your day?”

He watched as she headed toward the apartments and didn't follow until she said that he should go inside for a bit. ”You just want to leave your things out here?” he asked hesitantly, nevertheless following behind her. Not that he was trying to imply that the people around there were going to take her things, but there were certain people he wouldn't put it past. Gabriel's apartment was conveniently on the first floor of the complex, which made it much easier to get things into and out of. He slipped past Pinky and lead the way to the front door, even though she knew where it was at. But she also knew he locked the door, so that's probably why she was waiting.

When he reached the door, he pulled on the handle and let the door slide open. ”There's your extra key and there are your fish, still in one piece,” he said, pointing to each one in turn. Then he walked over to the kitchen and opened up his refrigerator door. He really needed to go grocery shopping, but he had been too lazy lately to do so. A lot of his guy friends picked on him about grocery shopping, especially since he had lived alone up until Pinky was about to move in. But what could he say? He liked to have a variety in his apartment. And Pinky liked to cook, so they were definitely going to need more food. After pulling out the orange juice, he poured himself a glass and leaned up against the counter. ”Promise me you're going to lock the door behind you when you leave. I know how you get.” Of course even if she did promise him, she might forget after being used to leaving hers unlocked. He needed some reason to try and make her remember. ”Someone might try to...steal your fish.”

TAG – Pinky!
WORDS - 628
NOTES - sayWHAT?
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[pinkythoms]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] Pinky skipped after him excitedly, sipping at her drink and grabbing at his posterior as it hovered in front of her path. No sooner had Gabriel opened the door that Pinky slipped past him, magnetizing to her aquariums to press her face against the glass and make fish faces at Willy the batfish. The curious creature stared back at her with blank eyes, but its mouth made similar motions in reply. In the other tanks, the neons and platties and various other marine life buzzed just beneath the water's surface, demanding brunch. The bubblegum-headed girl obliged and set to measuring the perfect amount of each type of food from the many bottles resting next to the tanks. Once feeding was finished, she dusted her hands off and moved down the counter to pick up the extra key, holding it up in the air and eyeballing it almost as if she'd never seen one before. "Pfft...who would steal fish? That's just silly," she laughed, placing the key back onto the countertop and lifting her nearly-empty margarita glass again. The air conditioner felt pretty nice and she was in no hurry to go back outside. "I have an interview at Yummie Tummie's this week!"

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Her excitement had increased tenfold since Gabriel had arrived. It was as if he made this all seem real, instead of more like a little girl playing house. Living with a partner meant that you were actually trying to make things last, and that the relationship had meaning and depth. The summer would probably go by in a whirl, living with Gabriel, and she would be sad when he had to be gone for work. It would be best to have a job of her own to go to every now and then, she supposed, and it wouldn't hurt to have bakery experience under her belt. "If they say I have to change my hair, though, I'm totes not signing anything,"[/color] she stated matter of factly, brushing the end of a pink pigtail back over her shoulder. Without her brightly-colored locks, few people would recognize her. Everyone needed a gimmick on an island where shapeshifting was the norm.

A moment later, she scooted her empty glass a few inches down the counter, spinning the seat around once more and fixing Gabriel with her blue gaze, a playful grin etching itself on her lips. "So, roommate, which side of the bed do you want?"[/color]
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Notes: :D

[gabelangley]

It didn't really surprise him that she went straight to her fish, as if she hadn't seen them in weeks. Which was completely untrue, because her fish hadn't been there that long. He hadn't exactly forbidden her to see them while they were there. But Pinky would be Pinky. As he sipped on his drink, he watched her pick up the key and examine it, almost as if it were a foreign object. It probably was in her case. Apparently he lost in trying to convince her that it would need to be locked. Of course many people didn't really walk around and try the door handles to see if they were locked, but he would be paranoid leaving it unlocked. The only other solution was to get a protection system in case someone did break in, but that was more expensive than trying to talk her into just locking the door.

”Well, when your fish go missing, don't say that I didn't tell you,” he warned, placing his cup back onto the counter. Maybe he could temporarily hide them to make her think they were stolen and then she would believe him. The thought briefly crossed his mind, but he knew she wouldn't be happy with him once she found out what he had done. Besides that, since she was moving in with him, where would he hide them at? He definitely couldn't just give them to some friends to take care of them for a day or two. If even one of them somehow died, she would be pissed at him for his joke. He immediately crossed that idea off his list. ”They're hiring again? I thought they just hired someone?” Perhaps they weren't doing so well and got fired or something like that. ”Are you sure you know how to shop for an interview?” he asked teasingly, watching her spin around on the bar stool and then come to a halt.

Gabriel walked around behind her and gave her a hug – at least he wasn't as sweaty as before. ”Nope, no making you change your hair color. But they seem to be pretty lenient on things like that.” At least that's what it seemed like to him. Most places seemed to be more worried about the piercings and tons of tattoos. He pulled away and leaned up against the counter beside her. When he was building stuff for people, they really didn't care what he looked like, as long as he got the job done the right way. Which he usually did, when his girlfriend wasn't about to move in with him. ”What are you going to do if they do want you to change it? Look somewhere else?” There weren't tons of opportunities like you had when you were on the mainland, but there were still a few. And he knew for a fact that a lot of the students at the Academy didn't have a job. The ones that did, usually kept switching on and off between other jobs or wanted one temporarily. It was easy to find temporary work if you looked in the right places.

When she asked her question, he smirked and simply answered, ”The whole thing.” Jokingly of course. Who could complain about sharing their bed with their girlfriend? He stopped leaning on the counter and walked over to the couch and plopped down on his back and sank into the cushions. He needed to get off his feet before he was going to start going outside to bring in her things. After giving her question another thought, he answered, "No really, the side furthest from the door.” Whichever side he ended up on would work. He would still sleep the same, he was pretty sure. He was sure that the times he had stayed in her dorm room, that he had slept on the side closest to the door. He had never thought much about it, though.

He figured it had to do with him being right handed, because several times when they had gone to bed, he ended up putting his arm around her and that was what felt right. He thought he liked sleeping away from the door, because it seemed like if he did, then if someone broke into the house they wouldn't be able to sneak up on him. But the truth was that he was probably screwed either way if that happened. So far they hadn't seemed to have any problems with one pushing the other out of the bed unconsciously - or on purpose.

TAG - Pinky
WORDS - 732
NOTES – Yay for couples rooming together, lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[pinkythoms]

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[atrb=background,http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m490/heartfeltxgoodbyes/MUSTANG/Blackbackground.jpg] Pinky had whipped out her cell phone from her rear pocket while Gabe was talking, having felt the tell-tale rumble of a text message. Focusing on two things at once was not her forte, and she squinted in concentration while trying to both listen to Gabriel speak and construct a text message that made any sort of sense to the recipient. The message had been a question from a friend--"R U GOING 2 TEH PRTY 2NITE?", to which she answered "nope! moving in with Gabers today and it's probably going to be date night" surprisingly without using chatspeak or smileys. It was a miracle. But the effort had broken her concentration. "Huh? Oh...Well, they like me I think. And yes I know how to shop for an interview thank you very much, Mr. Smartypants," she growled playfully, returning the hug with her free arm; the other still clutched the iPhone, awaiting the protest of her friend. She hadn't done much partying or hanging out of any sort really, since the incident at the beach. Besides that, she was spending more and more time with Gabriel, which was probably to be expected. "If I have to change my hair I could always look for jobs on the other island. You know, with the Normies," she laughed, wiggling her fingers in a creepy manner as she used her pet name for the non-shifters who lived nearby. She had nothing against them, really, and had met a few and made fairly good friends on the opposite shore. She gave him a playful shove, sticking out her pink tongue for a moment and rolling her eyes at his answer. She was about to say something snarky herself, but the phone in her hand began to vibrate again, and she was distracted as per usual. "THAT'S DUMB", she read to herself, cracking a smile and replying once more, "the old ball and chain, right??" Her blue eyes slanted to the side, peering at Gabriel for a moment as she grinned and hit send. "Well I hope you're ready for lots and lots of cuddling," she quipped, spinning the barstool around once more for emphasis. Giving her pigtails a good fluffing, she leaned forward and put her chin in the palm of her free hand. "Should we start bringing stuff in, you think?" she asked, head tilted to the side like an inquisitive puppy, which she resembled greatly what with her hair tied up as it was.

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Notes: see you soon x.x

[gabelangley]

The fact that Pinky was busy with text messages hardly surprised him – that's how it was a lot of the time, so he had gotten used to it. On the other hand, he hadn't answered any text messages or calls since before work, so he was sure there were quite a few piled up on his phone. He really wasn't interested in what they had to say at the moment, though. Someone was mentioning a party or two on one of the islands, someone was inviting him to go and hang out with them, someone was complaining about having nothing to do; it usually ended in one of those options. Not always, but there were at least one or two falling into one of those categories. Gabriel noticed her eying him and he propped his feet up on the arm of the couch. "You had better not be talking bad about me," he scolded, but his tone implied that he hardly cared if he was talked about or blamed for anything.

"I mean I know I'm really sexy and all, so you just can't help but talk about me, but still..." As he said this, he glanced behind her at the container that he had left out with the orange juice in it. He wondered what the chances of him convincing her to put it up for him were. Intertwining his fingers together and resting them on his stomach, he considered the proposal she had mentioned moments ago, about looking for a job on the other island if necessary. "Do you really want to take the ferry to work five times a week?" Or however many times she had to work, but surely a lot of the days she would have to take the ferry to work. Gabriel didn't think it was a good idea, unless she just couldn't find a job on the island they were already staying on. She probably already thought of that, though. But she was the one that would have to take the trip, so it was really up to her, he supposed.

"I'm pretty sure I can handle some cuddling," he proclaimed, although he wasn't sure if he really wanted her to mean that much cuddling. He didn't mind it, but the way she announced it made it sound like there was going to be tons of it. But perhaps if he played his cards right, he would get more out of it. Although he figured he shouldn't get his hopes up too much, so he wasn't sure if he should propose that idea to her. As she asked about bringing her things in, he gave it a thought. Or more of the thought on how he wasn't sure he wanted to get up. Gabriel needed some motivation and he was pretty sure he knew how to get it.

"As much as I would love to start bringing in your belongings, I just can't. You see...my body is refusing to get up again, because I haven't gotten a kiss from you yet," he said matter-of-factly. He didn't think that was a real reason for him not getting up, but maybe she would sympathize with him anyways. "And who am I to argue with my body over something like that?"

TAG - Pinky!
WORDS - 536
NOTES - Um... new banner? Lol.
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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