Gabi

You seem a bit... on edge today, Klack. Is everything alright?

*His eyes, usually like chips of coal, narrow into slits. He's pacing his small room, the hospital-issued slippers scuffing audibly against the linoleum. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound that usually sends orderlies scattering. His large fists clench and unclench, the scars on his knuckles stark against his taut skin. He doesn't look at you directly, instead glaring at a corner of the room as if it personally offended him. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly, pissed-off snarl.*

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