@hellionsun
WHERE: Hellion’s quarters WHEN: Feb 4th
He was a busy man. There were wounds and tears in the gang coming back from the heist that Gull had to see to. Thankfully, it wasn’t a stressful circumstance but it keeps the man busy to make sure that everyone stays alive and is in one piece. He’s thankful for that much. Gull has never truly done well when a member of the gang has perished. He has a hard time not blaming himself for such losses.
But once his station is set, and the moon has been hung high in the sky, Gull begins to pace with boredom, rubbing his hands together even though they’re dry and clean. An anxious habit, he knows it. But he decides that it’s due time to exit from his domain.
He grabs his little kit, and grabs the last of him jam that he had saved for a special night. Their heist was successful, Gull thinks that’s as special as any. There’s some left at the bottom once he lathers it onto his bread, so he takes it with him.
His bag of medical supplies is tucked under his arm, jar of jam in one hand, piece of jammed bread in the other. When he reaches the room of the other, he nudges the door open with his foot, biting on his lip nervously. He’s always a little uncertain which Hellion he’ll get, but it’s never stopped him from trying. Like turning over a deck of fifty-two cards, he’s waiting for his specific one. It’s a good thing he’s a man of patience.
“Either you came out fine from the train or have gotten better with your stupid persistence to avoid me.” He announces himself to the other, leaning against the door frame, his knuckle, the one holding onto his toast, lightly nudges back his hat, which felt too low. As his hand comes down, he bites onto his bread and holds up the jar. “Do you want some of my jam? There’s about a spoon left.”
He asks the question simply, but he’s had a hard time trying to refrain from sharing pieces of himself with Hellion since their lives crossed paths again. Gull thinks the gesture of his jam is as good as any. It’s the finest thing he’s got and it would be nice if the other could look him in the eyes more often.