[ Parallel to Shade, Gil's like some younger representation of his choice in fashion; donning the hat Ada had given him (it's cold and he doesn't like to go often without it), black coat and of course the cravat. One might think a periodic play might be in the works here.
Gil moves closer under one of the street lights, squinting his eyes to catch a glimpse of this other person's face properly. Really familiar. It's right on the tip of his tongue and somehow he feels at a loss. Maybe he's worked himself too much today... ]
what has gil done to deserve this
One might think a periodic play might be in the works here.
Gil moves closer under one of the street lights, squinting his eyes to catch a glimpse of this other person's face properly. Really familiar. It's right on the tip of his tongue and somehow he feels at a loss. Maybe he's worked himself too much today... ]
Who are you?