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[formerbanchou]

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[ultimatediagnosis]

[Gabriel is about to say something, but he opens the door and...]

...Holy fucking shit.

[He placed the tray on a clean spot on the desk, hand on his head and rubbing it.]

What the hell happened?

[His office is basically destroyed and there's only one person in the room. He looks around the room and then right to Shiro.]

The hell happened to my office?!

[lionson]

[Welp. This is going to get awkward.]

...ghosts?

[Start out with the truth, as unbelievable as it may sound. Then, when nobody believes it, the fake-ass lie he will come up with next will actually sound believable.]

[ultimatediagnosis]

...Y'wanna try that again with a less bullshit reason?

[Because nope, Gabriel doesn't believe a word of that which came out of your mouth. Please try again.]

[lionson]

Alright, alright. Some guy ran in here and tried to take my painkillers, and we had a fight.

[Still pretty crazy, but less crazy than ghosts. Which is funny, because ghosts was the truthful answer.]

[ultimatediagnosis]

...Maybe that blood loss is getting to your head.

[He's not going to question it. They'll clean up this place in the night. But he can't keep the guy here.]

Now I gotta put you someplace else. Y'happy?

[He grabs the wheelchair from the side of the room and brings it over. Least this thing survived as he gets it ready.]