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Gabriel María Espinosa 21 | Biochemistry | 2P Spain OC

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frenchfashionable:

[chuckles] Gabriel, you’re squinting right now. You normally don’t do that. And on the bridge of your nose is a little red mark. I’ve seen that mark before; it appears when you’ve been wearing glasses for so long. You’ve been wearing them all day, oui?

[ so it wasn’t him being a psychic but much rather, considering what was set before him ] [ clever--a common way of debunking things in order to corner one or two possibilities, getting a 50/50 chance of becoming correct ] [ foolish of him to think otherwise; silly gabriel ] [ he’s been spending too much time watching odd supernatural documentaries, evidently ] 

Y-Yeah.. [ huff ] I can’t.. find them. I took a nap and they’re suddenly gone. I should’ve worn contacts.. 

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pomodorixamore:

Lovino had pretty much grown up playing Pokemon, when he wasn’t training his body for ballet he was training his team for the pokemon league. There was something that he saw in Gabriel that he knew he would be a good person to have around. It had been awhile since he had bonded with someone at this level.

“I saved all the tips from work to use on getting this game. But yeah, school materials come first.” He thinks for a moment “Coffee? Yeah, yeah we can go to that cafe down the street. They have wifi there.”

"You’re a.. florist, right? I think I saw you working once when--” Oh, he’s chatty! But oddly enough, he doesn’t find himself finding the need to constantly stop himself from speaking much. “--I walked by the floral store near that other bookshop.” A pleasant hum, and it seemed his features brightened further.

Coffee and wifi, as well as talk of a game he thoroughly enjoyed. Today was definitely going to be a good day, or so he hoped. “Oh..! L-Let’s go then; maybe we can trade some things while discussing the games?”

Theorising - his absolute joy.

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silentartist:

[his smile disappears] Oh shit, Saraghina? You made her mad? [weLP] [lol Gabriel is fucked] [thinks for a moment] Okay, um… well I’m on her good side. We’re friends. [at least he hoped he wasn’t good at reading people] So I’ll… I’ll try to talk to her?

[ so that’s her full name.. Saraghina. ] [ he’ll have to remember that, but knowing his luck, he’ll soon forget her name and end up wanting to forget she exists in general ] You’re.. [ w h a t ] You’re friends with.. her?!

[hanae-ichihara]

☆ Drop Shoulder Sweatshirt ☆

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frenchfashionable:

Bonjour, Gabriel! Help? With that? [nods as Gabriel tells him] Glasses? I haven’t seen any, but I’ll help look. [Since when did Gabriel wear glasses?] [wonders if they’re stylish or nerdy]

Have you-- [ wait, how did he know he was looking for glasses?! ] 

Are you.. psychic? [ impossible. all of that wasn’t real--tarot card reading and whatnot were not true magic. they were like a game - you memorized which each one meant, and with a bit of creative and manipulation, form a story to fool your customer ] 

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You're.. [ blink blink ] ..Weird. [ waIT NO ] No, no! I didn't mean that /you're/ weird. Just. This odd feeling. I-- [ aaAAAA ] [ ;; ] Are you.. Annabella?

[blink blink back] [????] Yes… hello… Is something on my face? Are you alright?

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annabanella:

[smiles] Well then it’s nice to meet you. Now who was it that told you about me?

[ ..! ] [ oops, it seemed he did forget to mention it, again ] I.. I think it’s this guy I met a while back. H-He’s named.. [ mystic buDDY ] [ ok no ] Lovino.. Vargas?

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THERE YOU ARE.

[ …! ] [ she looks.. familiar? hm; he can’t quite put his finger on it ] [ why is he bad with putting names to faces? fml ] Is– [ gulp; sudden odd.. feeling of nervousness takes over him; anxiety? fear? ] Is there something you need..?

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dancing-with-passion:

You need to be more careful idiot! [her brother is very sensitive in her eyes] [she knows that more then anybody] Watch out who you hit they might not be able to take a damn joke you know!

[ is this girl not listening to him?? ] [ god, people with so much rage are annoying 8′)) ] Again-- [ he hesitated for a moment, but still ] I said.. I didn’t do it on purpose. [ huff ] [ ;; ] [ leave me alone, i just want to Live ] And I apologized. Meaning there was.. no ‘joke’ for him to take, because the snowball was not for him. 

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silentartist:

Whoops. [he can’t help but laugh a bit] [but his friend looks genuinely frighted] Don’t worry I will protect you. [smiles]

[ mumble mumble; when in doubt, mumble it out ] [ looks over at him then slumps himself against the tree, shivering a bit ] Thank you, but I don’t think you’ll survive her.. fury, either. [ .. ] Do you know.. a.. Sara?

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You're.. [ blink blink ] ..Weird. [ waIT NO ] No, no! I didn't mean that /you're/ weird. Just. This odd feeling. I-- [ aaAAAA ] [ ;; ] Are you.. Annabella?

[blink blink back] [????] Yes… hello… Is something on my face? Are you alright?

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annabanella:

Um, could you describe them to me? [head tilt] What is your name? [what the quizznak]

[ oh, perhaps it was..-- ] [ OH!!! HE REMEMBERS NOW OK OK ] They were-- [ wait, his name? um ] ..Ga- [ .. ] Gabriel. [ ;;; ] My name is Gabriel--

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pomodorixamore:

Hearing him say that really made his day cause he can’t find anyone to chat about the game with, let alone trade or battle with.And getting 20 Zubats in a row kind of sucks. He laughs “Damn straight I have the game, I went to the nearest game store after work and got a copy of Sun the day it came out.”  He’s feeling really excited right now. “Maybe we should go inside so we can talk and we don’t have to worry about a giant wind whooshing us away.”

A laugh; he supposed he should’ve guessed that. On the day they met, Lovino had already given Gabriel the impression that he was one who was truly dedicated to the Pokemon franchise. Gabriel? A little bit--he enjoyed the intricacy of it all and often delve into theorising about the plot of things rather than battling. He wasn’t all too into competitive battling. 

“I got mine a week after. Books come first--ah, okay!” A gentle nod, and he looked around. Where could they go for a bit of peace? “Where do you.. want to go? A cafe? Warm.. coffee.. warm--”

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Lovino had been playing his Pokemon Sun version when someone crossed in front of him. He glances up for a second. Is that who he thinks it is? It’s his mystic buddy, Gabriel. He grabs his backpack and runs off to catch up to him with his 3ds in hand.  “Mystic buddy, long time no see.” He says as he finally catches up to him. “Have you gotten the chance to play the new game?”

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Gabriel jumped in his step, almost falling forward from his quickened steps to get himself out and away from the snow that surrounded every inch of the ground. It was cold, and the cold weather always made him even more sleepy than he normally was - which was pretty bad.

But at that nickname, he couldn’t help but smile and come to a complete halt, only to give him his attention. “Mystic amigo--it’s been a whi-- Oh! Mhm, I have.. Luna! Er--Moon version.” A blink, and he took notice of the 3DS, 

“Do you have.. it too?”

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You're.. [ blink blink ] ..Weird. [ waIT NO ] No, no! I didn't mean that /you're/ weird. Just. This odd feeling. I-- [ aaAAAA ] [ ;; ] Are you.. Annabella?

[blink blink back] [????] Yes… hello… Is something on my face? Are you alright?

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annabanella:

Oh what a relief. [She’s a bit confused but she nods] Uh, yes, that’s my major. [Does she know this guy] I’m sorry I can’t seem to put a name to you have we met before?

[ ... ] [ shit. ] We.. haven’t. I don’t think but.. I think I heard of you from someone? But I can’t.. remember who-- [ was it.. antonio? he’s the only one to ramble about his friendships on and on to gabriel ] 

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silentartist:

Well I mean…. yeah there’s plenty of scary women in the world. [He tilts his head] What did you do to her?

[ there’s a tremble of his body from the cold ] [ or perhaps slight fear? normally he isn’t all too afraid of people who seemingly want to have physical fights with him, but with women, he gets frightened too easily--blame his own sister, he supposed ] I didn’t do anything to her. [ aND THAT’S THE TRUTH! ] I hit her brother with a snowball by accident.. [ mm ] I should’ve stayed home--

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THERE YOU ARE.

[ …! ] [ she looks.. familiar? hm; he can’t quite put his finger on it ] [ why is he bad with putting names to faces? fml ] Is– [ gulp; sudden odd.. feeling of nervousness takes over him; anxiety? fear? ] Is there something you need..?

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[Stomps up to him] [glaring him down] You! You hit my brother with a damn snowball! [For someone that picks on her brother so much she is certainly very protective of him]

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[ brother?? ] [ what brothe--oh.. the man he had accidentally hit earlier ] I didn’t.. do it on purpose..! And I apologized to them already-- [ why is this person so mad? god. winter sure does make the witches come out ]

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goldenskydreamer:

Demetrio had been trying to avoid the cold as much as possible mainly due to those that liked throwing snow at one another. It was a pleasant for the most part nothing but clear skies and the soft ruffle of the tree. With the various conversation in the background. He had just rounded the corner when something had taken the Italian by utmost surprise and caused him to fall upon his bottom. His frames had fallen off his face just slightly from the impact with the ground.  “Dio…That was quite rude you know.” He attempt to get up as he spoke only to slip and land in the snow again. “Today is not my day.” He has the urge to cry

With wide eyes and a light gasp, the remains of the snow within his palm, he brushed off and hurried over towards the other male. Oh God, he hadn’t meant to hit someone who wasn’t even involved in his little ‘war’ with the American. But it seemed, just when he decided to join in on the fun, catastrophe struck.

A bite to his lip, and he reached down to grab the glasses with his right hand, reaching a left out towards the blonde to help him out. “Sorry..!” The expression over his face was nothing but apologetic. “I thought you were someone else--” Mutters of Spanish left his mouth in childlike mumbles and whispers, berating himself as he went on and on. 

“Are you hurt..?”

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mistxrio:

Oh dear.

“When did it the sun rise?” He asked nobody in particular, a cup of (his third) coffee in one hand, a hand in his pocket in another, “Wasn’t it just 11 in the evening when I started the writing down the ledger and the trial balance projects?” Another all nighter. He’ll be dead by the end of this semester and frankly he doesn’t even care anymore.

Hearing his phone ring, he picked it up immediately. “Good morning Ga–wait, come over?” What’s going on? “Are you okay? What happened?”

Antonio’s voice brought a bit of a pain to surge through his head for a moment; it wasn’t as if his cousin’s voice was ear wrenching by any means, but the volume he had on his phone added with his cousin’s voice was a bit too much for his sleepy and migraine focused mind.

“Nothing happened, primo. Just come over?” Maybe bribery would be wise right now? “I could--” Yawn-- “help you with your projects.”

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