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"A CALM AND COOLING MOTION, IT'S SHAKING OFF MY TENSION, SURPRISE! SURPRISE! IT'S CALLED BEING ALIVE!"
If anything, Abel was glad that he was two inches taller and a well trained police officer, because if it wasn't for all the training he had to go through to become one he probably would have fallen over when Damian. The blond's upper body strength was nothing compared to the strength in his legs, being a police officer, sprinting, and quick long distance running was something that came natural to him so with a simple pivot of the foot and a shift in weight he was able to remain standing when Damian had pounced.
In less than an instant while he felt the younger male's caramel colored hair against his neck he was able to feel a glare beaming straight at him. With his head tilted down towards Damian he momentarily glanced at Dutch from the corner of his eyes. He would compare the angry look of Dutch to daggers, but next to that red head's glare the daggers looked more like a orchid than a weapon, no if anything his gaze was like that of a sawed off shot-gun. 'Same foul mood has usual, but at least it's entertaining to say the least' the blond thought to himself has he felt Damian shift beneath him and he smiled has if he hadn't noticed to look at all. Feeling the shorter male's hand around his waste he shifted his weight and threw and arm over the brown haired boy's shoulder and leaned towards him slightly but kept the majority of his weight on his legs. "Ask someone else what?" Abel retorted frivolously before releasing Damian.
Once the Mayor's assistant came in Abel's eyes immediately shifted to the direction of the door, he easily kept his body from tensing up. Once Damian released his arm around him the gold and silver eyed male shrugged his shoulders before heading towards the door. "Okay, okay. Wouldn't want to ruin your 'alone' time. Besides I'm supposed to be working all day today, and I'd rather get out before Mr. Bartender over there decides to throw something at me from over there. Later Damian." Opening the door Abel was about to step out before he stopped and turned around once more "Oh and I'm flattered that you think I'm 'pretty" With a quick wink from his left eye and a snap and point of his right hand Abel spoke lightly has he turned around and quickly shut the door behind him to avoid any further contact and stepped down the steps of the bar before heading to the police station to pick up the rest of his gear.
Abel walked with his hands slipped into his pockets. It was still fairly early, but pretty soon the streets would be bustling with all sorts of people, more than there was now, and quite frankly there was a fair amount out. With all these people out Abel couldn't help but feel his paranoia kicking in, on day's like these are when he really wants to call in, however it is also during gatherings that the most interesting of things happen. Then there is the chance that he'd get the chance to scare the hell out of some sleaze bag, or maybe tease a burglar, and get some interesting reactions. An odd obsession of his, it's has if he collects the memories of facial expressions and reactions to tell what a person would likely do next or how they are feeling. A talent he mainly uses to analyze when someone is lying. Abel would have preferred to have his hand gun with him at all times, but he had been told that he can't carry it around unless he is in his police uniform to avoid scaring people. In the past when he was still a newbie and extremely paranoid it wasn't often that he was seen with his gun hanging in his jacket pockets and then someone would call the police on him, and his boss would just send him home, to put it away, after explaining that the frivolous blond was surprisingly a cop.
Once in the Police station Abel walked to the back where he removed his specially made police jacket and hat, along with the striped shirt underneath, to put on a little black vest just in case and then once again returned his clothing. Grabbing his badge he clipped it to his jacket before pulling up his blond hair into a rather short pony-tail, leaving his bangs down, and the single black streak of hair, that wasn't long enough.
Once finished he left the station to start his hours of aimless walking.
"THE ANSWER TO MY QUESTION? REPEATING HAVE I MENTIONED? I LIED, DON'T LIKE, THE WAY I'M BEING TRIED"
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