[There was no immediate retort, only a short glance before he carried on with preparations for the day. Even he, on occasion, would allow himself that little bit of hope that this was just a coffee fueled illusion.
It was only when he moved towards the closet that he finally decided to address the uninvited guest. Just when he was about to have a good day, too. There really was no rest for the wicked.]
… You’re still here?
Don’t you have something else to do, or someone to be doing. Don’t tell me you’re here to cry about your client running off on you.
*This guy always was so infuriating. Being ignored wasn't anything new, it just meant that he had to wait long enough for a retort, even if he was pretty sure that it would twist his words around again. Gilbert was getting used to this kind of treatment from the other.
Mostly he was just happy that he was moving back towards the closet. Maybe then he'd pick out something decent to wear, although Gilbert found that he had little hope in that. This guy was more hopeless than trying to get a dog to see colors.*
Of course. I'm like a cockroach, the world is going to have me around forever.
Something else to do? Truthfully I was kind of hoping you were dead. I haven't heard from you in awhile so I was going to save your animals and help myself to a few things. But alas, you're alive and fashion blind.












