[It is indeed falling into their old patterns, and Gabe is so tempted to rise to the bait and keep yelling back. The weird sensation at the back of his neck, the one that's made his normally-better temper so much short, it's telling him to argue. To fight.
But he's so tired and hungry, and honestly? This fight with Ichigo has been going on too long. He misses the good times they had sometimes, in-between the fights. They're very volatile around each other, but it isn't always bad.
The tiredness extends to his eyes as he finally, finally reaches out a hand, ready to give in and just listen to Ichigo for once.
But then he explodes into a flurry of shadows, lashing out in all directions, trying to force Ichigo away. And it's a raspy voice, one that is decidedly not Gabe's voice, that speaks:]
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But he's so tired and hungry, and honestly? This fight with Ichigo has been going on too long. He misses the good times they had sometimes, in-between the fights. They're very volatile around each other, but it isn't always bad.
The tiredness extends to his eyes as he finally, finally reaches out a hand, ready to give in and just listen to Ichigo for once.
But then he explodes into a flurry of shadows, lashing out in all directions, trying to force Ichigo away. And it's a raspy voice, one that is decidedly not Gabe's voice, that speaks:]
No.