Gaelio has always been a very proper person. early to bed, early to rise, always on time, never wastes food. sure, he may not be the most professional all the time (as being too stuck-up bothered him), but he took pride in doing his job well and efficiently.
despite this, he also knows how to have fun, within reason. he is not a perfect person, of course; he’s had his fair share of flings (carefully kept secret, as to not tarnish his reputation) and even bigger share of mistakes (also swiftly covered up). which is why he doesn’t feel bad letting his emotions control his actions tonight.
he usually prefers to drink socially, but tonight he’s nursing an entire bottle (already almost half empty by this time of night), nestled in a patch of grass by himself, staring up at the stars. the lights from the city make them almost impossible to see, but he can make out a few from this far into the green sector. they’re comforting, almost.
a rustle in the grass nearby snaps him from his thoughts. he props himself up on his elbow and the movement makes the world spin for a moment, but he soon makes out the form of another person.
“Can I help you?” unable to properly form a filter for his thoughts and words, they come out a bit more hostile than he intended them to.
