Of all his senses, Gaelio's hearing has always been his sharpest. Even in the chaos of the mess hall, it remains true enough that he seems to recognize the voice before he registers to whom it belongs. He grips the edge of the table and promptly rights himself, then twists at the torso to catch an eyeful of familiar golden hair.
"McGillis! I didn't know that you were here, too." He opens his mouth, only to grunt as something hits him on the shoulder with a disturbing squelch. Grimacing, he swings his legs over the seat and stands, an arm held over his face for protection. Being quiet under normal circumstances, he doesn't think to question McGillis' unusual pause. "Let's get out of here first!"
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Of all his senses, Gaelio's hearing has always been his sharpest. Even in the chaos of the mess hall, it remains true enough that he seems to recognize the voice before he registers to whom it belongs. He grips the edge of the table and promptly rights himself, then twists at the torso to catch an eyeful of familiar golden hair.
"McGillis! I didn't know that you were here, too." He opens his mouth, only to grunt as something hits him on the shoulder with a disturbing squelch. Grimacing, he swings his legs over the seat and stands, an arm held over his face for protection. Being quiet under normal circumstances, he doesn't think to question McGillis' unusual pause. "Let's get out of here first!"