Gabriel
Gabriel returned the smile and the nod. Seemed good. He knew he got along fairly well with Stark but it was good to see that the Absol shared his sense of self and independence. He still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about joining the team, but it wasn't like it was a decision he couldn't take back. He wasn't selling his soul or signing a contract in blood... if he didn't like it he could leave.
Yeah... that sounded alright. At the very least it would serve to be a good chance of pace all things considered. It wasn't like it could really make his life worse somehow.
"Sounds good." The Weavile left the simple comment before thinking for a moment and adding one more. "I'll grab my stuff. I have a room rented out in the city."
Just as it always was if he didn't show up to pick up his things it would get trashed or sold. Neither option appealed to him.
The Weavile took on a grin that could, really, only mean one thing and it was immediately obvious just what it was he was thinking.
"The night's young, Stark. I think we can celebrate, don't you?"
Response or not, the Weavile quickly grabbed the glasses off the table and slipped them on before heading out the door with a hand held loftily as if to wave good bye.
"I'll be back in an hour."
