RESPLENDENT

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

((I HAD A REALLY CLEVER NAME FOR THIS THREAD, BUT THEN I WAS LIKE, AND I HAD TO CALL IT THIS))

There was no use crying over spilled milk. Or. Blood. Spilled things in general, really. It kind of sucked the fun out of the rest of the day if you dwelled on something, so once Quinn gave him his little "It's fine" it really was fine in Taxi's head. If his lover was lying and was all broody and shit and unwilling to talk about it, then there was nothing he could do about it. Why bother worrying his pretty little head over it?

Live every day as if it were your last, and exist in the moment. It's why he had such a shitty memory. Whatever happened was irrelevant compared to what was happening, this also allowed him to do completely idiotic things and not be embarassed about it later. Rather handy, really, and it explained a hell of a lot about how the blonde functioned.

So when Quinn said he was going to go find his brother Taxi decided that sounded like a pretty good idea and he should find Gabri too. Make sure he didn't mauled by a werewolf, or sent to an asylum. Again. That would really suck. Didn't want to go through and get him out again, Taxi wasn't sure if the new guy would be as suseptable to sexual harassment. Or if he could get another super expensive car. To blow up.

So out the door he went with his partner, partner? Sure. Why not. Not touching, but sort of frolicking happily as he headed out of the building after stopping to grab the guitar and throw it over his back. A smile was planted on his pale face, all of his pearly whites on display with the canines catching even more of the moons light. Sure, Quinn seemed to have something rolling around in his head, but maybe Taxi could negate that by having absolutely nothing in his.

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Quinn was a hypocrite alright. He killed people on a regular basis but had gotten upset over a bird. It really hadn't made much sense, but neither did his existence. An immortal creature that fed off the blood of humans to survive. That and his brother was a werewolf, go figure. If he'd written down the events in his life it would sale as one of the cheesiest vampire novels around. He wasn't thinking about that, though. Quinn was concentrating on his brother and where the older Belmont might be. If anything had happened to Silas, Gabri would have hell to pay.

He didn't have to go far at all, just a few steps out of the apartment building really. Quinn's eyes darted to where two men, one tall, the other not, were wheeling a motorcycle down the street. Strange, he thought, eyes squinting.

Silas noticed his brother right away and waved maniacally, grinning brightly. Silas didn't think that anything would be wrong, that Quinn would be delighted to see Gabri's new prize. The elder Belmont was brimming over with energy, wanting to tell the tale of the Polish man's exploits. Maybe he should leave out the bikers, though. But that made explaining the origin of the bike all the more difficult. Maybe he'd just tell Quinn not to worry and not to get upset about something that had happened in the past. Everything had worked out okay in the end, anyway.

"Quinn! Hey! Look what Gabri won!" His voice was chipper, his smile brilliant. That expression faltered, though, when he noticed that Quinn seemed to be in a more dour mood than usual. Silas had learned to pick up on these things and instantly began to wonder what had happened. Love and romance always had given Quinn trouble. Though... those had been girls and it made sense that those relationships had never worked out. He'd ask later, in private.

Quinn's expression was deadly serious, menacing in its lack of emotion.

"You're back early. And since when did icecream joints raffle out motorcycles?" Voice dry, incredulous. He shot Gabri a suspicious look and waited for an answer.

[Rip]

Gabri really hadn't been especially excited about the whole 'winning a motorcycle' thing. He hadn't even wanted the thing in the first place, and when Silias had insisted on accepting that part of the bet he had assumed meat-head's brother knew how to drive it. Obviously, that wasn't true, since they had pushed the thing the entire way. At least the directions were correct; he was grateful for that much. Still, he couldn't help but think that there HAD to be an easier way to get this thing from point A to point B. His back hurt, and he was tired of random cars throwing ice cream and bottles of soda at them. The solution was very close; infact, it was dangling just in front of his face. But with his hands on the bike he couldn't reach up and grab the note, and it would be very rude to expect Silias to hold it up while he read the message. So the Pole just dealt with it, quietly praying to God that the apartment wasn't far away.

When he did catch sight of Taxi and Quinn and familiar surroundings, he felt relieved until he caught sight of meat-head's expression. Suddenly, he wished he was back at the bar. Feeling like a child about to be scolded for breaking curfew or something, he just kept his head down and hoped the brother would do the talking. Of course, this strategy utterly failed once that angry glare turned the spotlight on him. Again. Gabri looked at Taxi once then back to Mr. cactus head.

"I beat a man in pool and he bet his bike. I don't know how to drive it though. If you want it, you can have it." The tone was careful and unsure, trying to be picky with words so it wouldn't sound too much like 'we got lost, so we went to a biker bar and asked directions. They just laughed at us though, so I bet a giant biker in a game of pool. He offered his bike as a joke and Silias made me accept. Neither of us know how to drive it though so we pushed it here. Kindly stop interrogating me; I'm not a child.'

That would be bad.

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HEY SWEET IT WAS GABRI AND SILAS WHAT AN UNEXPECTED AND PLEASANT SURPRISE!

Nope. Totally not expecting that. Or atleast, with the expression on Taxi's face it would look like someone just threw him a surprise birthday party. Pretty much every ounce of grumpiness that Quinn exhibited was absorbed by the blonde and spewed back out as happiness and sunshine (without the deadliness) and burst out of his huge as hell smile.

Stolen green eyes went wide at the bike and his mouth opened up huge, surely a landing pad for more unfortunate birds. "OMIGOD GABRI you won a MOTORCYCLE!? THAT'S SO COOL!" He scurried over to the bike which he checked out and fawned over instantly, cooing as he examined it with intense worship. "This is sooooooo cooooool! I'm not allowed to drive things because I erm sort of hit things a lot but this is TOTALLY AWESOME! Are you gonna rev it up and drive it omigod Quinn-"

Head snapped to look to the brothers, and then settled on Silas. A look of mild concern snuck onto his pale features, leaning back sightly and tilting his head to the side. "Does this mean you didn't get icecream? Don't you people get hungry?" Hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing it and soothing the muscles there as he considered this. "Aren't you hungry, Gabri?" Couldn't help but worry, his friend was nice and would probably starve to death if he thought getting something to eat would be too bothersome to the vampire.

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" Won it from a man who bet his bike? A Biker?" Quinn looked deadly, puffing up like some grizzly ready to strike. " You are such a freaking-- Woah are you serious?" His brain was redirected by the fact that Gabri said he could have the bike. Quinn liked bikes. Quinn liked any vehicle that could go fast. In an instant he was next to the motorcycle, hands running over the smooth polished surfaces, over the leather seat. All woes forgotten now that this bike could be his. Quinn hadn't owned a vehicle in such a long time. He'd stolen a few, sure, but those joyrides never lasted long enough.

A grinning Quinn looked over at Gabri. "Hey, thanks, kid." Apparently the Polish reaper had won some points in the jerk's books. He was itching to give it a go, to test how fast and agile the thing was. He'd always loved mechanical things and was actually damned good at driving and fixing pretty much anything you could drive. A hobby of his, when he had hobbies. Living the life of a piss poor vampire hadn't really left room for Quinn to indulge in the mechanical joys of life.

Silas flashed Gabri a smile and nodded over to his brother who was further examining the bike. He looked like he did on Christmas mornings, all boyish and excited. It was easy to forget Quinn was a blood lusting murderous demon, if only for the time being.

"That's right, Gabri! We didn't get anything to eat. I bet you're hungry." Silas sounded apologetic, angry at himself for putting it of mind.

Quinn really couldn't have cared less, he was too encompassed with the bike.
"Shit, Taxi, you'll love this." There was nothing like having a vibrating, powerful piece of machinery between your legs, and yes, that was as dirty as it sounded. Quinn loved motorcycles.

[Rip]

He braced himself- imagining the bike being rejected and thrown at him, or maybe being screamed at- but luckily, that did not happen. Gabri found that he, apparently, done good. Relaxing, letting his shoulders slump down and gave a shaky, unsure grin as a 'your welcome'. As for Taxi, well, Gabri could honestly say that he was quite glad his hyper friend was not allowed to drive things. Nothing against him, of course, but for the saftey of the rest of the world it was probably for the best. Poor old ladies crossing the street and all that.

Food. hungry. Oh yeah. He didn't have anything to eat all day. Well damn. As soon as the blonde nightmare said something though, Gabri shook his head vigorously. He already got food poisoned once before when Taxi got him something. "Nononoo, I'm fine, really. I swear. Really." A little mouse had crawled onto his shoulder and was currently screaming at him, clutching it's little belly and whining, throwing an absolute fit. Ok, so maybe he was in the mood for a little snack. Or an entire horse. At least Quinn liked the bike though, better give him the keys-

Heyyy wait a second.

"I'll give you the keys if you get some pizza or something while you're driving it around." He said, handing them out.

Pizza = no risk of Taxi venomizing it. Hopefully.

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It was nice to see that rare and pleasant expression on Quinn's face, and if it were possible (It wasn't) Taxi would have looked even happier. With the way that his lover was looking at the bike, the blonde almost didn't regret not being allowed to drive ever since 'the incident'. Past woes were forgotten and replaced with extreme excitement, nearly bouncing up and down where he stood when the other vampire commented on how much he was going to love it. It had been yeaaarsss since he'd been on one of these, and like with most of his memories any recollection of what it felt like to be on the open road was severely dulled.

Attention shifted from the bike once again, though his green gaze lingered on it. For once he had nothing to say that needed to be said. Sure, he had no idea what Pizza was, but he didn't care. And ok, the notion of Gabri beating some biker in a bet was absolutely hilarious but very believable. If the Pole could be so good at killing people, why not also be phenomenal at pool? And just maybe Quinn being over excited about a motorcycle was wierd, but the guy had been a pilot and Taxi couldn't deny that driving was exhilirating.

So he stood, looking between the three of them, rather complacent with whatever was going on at the moment. And whenever Taxi had nothing to do or say, it usually meant he was also NOT screwing everything up. Which was good. Very good.

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Quinn wasn't even paying attention to the trio. He was absolutely enamored with the bike. Calloused hands ran over the surface again and again, petting like someone might their prized stallion. Maybe even caressing like one would a lover, all tenderness, all reverence.

"Huh?" Quinn said, looking to Gabri dumbly. " Oh, sure whatever you want." Anything to give the motorcycle a spin. He grabbed the keys from Gabri but before the vampire could straddle the bike, Silas stopped him.

"Here, you might need this," Silas said with a grin, handing over the money he had taken from the dead apartment owner. " Unless you intend to scare and scowl until the clerk hands over a pizza."

"Smartass." The younger Belmont quipped, yanking the money from his brother's hand and shoving it into his pant's pocket. It was hard to keep that trademark "I'm a mean dangerous man" look when you felt like a kid in a candy store.


The man hopped onto the bike and shifted until he was comfortable. Quinn's green eyes shifted to his lover and he offered the blonde a brilliantly charming, bright smile.

"Babe, you stay here and keep these yahoos out of trouble. I'll be back quick like and I promise you'll get a ride later." With that he started the motorcycle up and it came to life with a loud roar, then purred. Quinn's grin was so childishly happy that one could imagine a kid on the bike rather than a grown man.

He was off and speeding down the roadway in the blink of an eye.

Silas stood still for a moment then said, deadpanned, " I hope he doesn't, you know, die or anything."

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( TIME SKIP RIP SAID I COULD DO IT)

Quinn had taken a little longer than expected, likely, to get home. He'd just been having too much run racing around on the open road. The speed, the power, he could almost imagine what it was like to fly again, and damn, did he ever miss flying.

Up the stairs he skipped, pizza in tow. He went with pepperoni as he had forgot to ask what pizza the two had wanted. Pepperoni was the safest route, he thought. The man burst through the door, tossed the pizza at a startled Silas, who despite his slow reflexes, caught the boxes (there were two).

Quinn made a beeline for Taxi and grabbed the man into a bear hug. Racing around always helped Quinn clear his mind, get rid of his anxiety. He planted a kiss on the blonde's lip, all tongue, all passion. Silas looked away, completely weirded out. Pulling away, Quinn spoke, almost sounding breathless, odd for a vampire.

"I love you so goddamned much. I don't know why I got all fucked up over a bird. I'm such a fucking idiot, I'm sorry I love you. Honestly I'm sorry I didn't mean to be such a jerk, I just am. I'm sorry, I love you." His words were spoken quickly, and though apologetic, Quinn's mood was energetic, happy. Large hands were at either side of Taxi's face, his forehead was pressed against the blonde's, and Quinn mouthed the three word phrase again and again, like a mantra. Maybe now of all times to finally say the words he'd been avoiding was ridiculous, but that was the nature of love, and it happened.

Silas was looking so uncomfortable at the moment that he looked as if he was about to implode in embarrassment.

"Uh, Gabri, let's go to the kitchen and eat. I'm starved." He tore his eyes away from the strange scene and retreated into the small kitchen of the apartment.

[Rip]

This whole staying awake at night was really hard to get used to. It was understandable of course, considering certain people would explode in the daylight, but it was disheartening for someone who went to bed early and woke up early. Generally. Gabri still did when he could, but as it were he was tired on account of it being an ungodly hour. So, the reaper was crashed on the couch with his hat pulled over his eyes and arms crossed over his chest. His head was filled with weird but vivid dreams, as always, this one about the black cat who stalked him earlier. Gabri was sitting on a car and having a staring contest with it- his grey eyes against it's bright yellow ones, for what reasons he wouldn't fathom once he woke up, but in the dream it made complete sense. Then the radio (a very old one, brown and static- actually, it looked like the radio his father used to keep in his workshop) would crackle and a distorted voice hissed gibberish that dream Gabri seemed to understand. Something slammed. Open then closed- too real to be a dream. The Pole snapped awake, looking from under his hat at Quinn.

...what?

Confusion dominated his face as he rubbed his eyes on his shoulder, but after wards there was only curiosity. The sleep drained away, and as he could focus more, he noticed an odd thing. Quinn and Taxi's crows weren't touching them, rather floating a bit away near the ceiling. Huh. Peculiar. The notion of leaving them alone reminded him that this was probably a private moment, so off the couch he slid and into the kitchen he went.

Chewing on a piece of pizza lazily, face thoughtful as he considered if two dead things could love each other, he asked "What's a yahoo?"

Across the room something sat on the counter. It was large, fat and fluffy, and it was happily munching into the stomach of a little brown mouse. It's triangular ears twitched contently, and a deep, rumbling purr shook it's body as it enjoyed gnawing on intestines and a liver. Gabri looked up and felt disturbed, as there was a worldly sensation he could only associate with real things. His hand slowly made way to under his coat, gripping on the handle of the metal hatchet, warm from laying up against him. "Silas," he said with deadly solemnity. "Can you see that cat?"

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A normal person would have been confused. They'd be questioning the extreme change in the additude of their lover, just why a normally grumpy asshole (who they adored anyways) was over joyed. Maybe this ordinary individual would even be asking them if they had taken some vicious drugs. And probably react with skepticism.

Taxi Teufel Ungeheuer was no normal person. Completely ignoring the presence of Silas and Gabri he threw himself into the kiss, not concerned at all with where this sudden explosion of emotion came from. Quinn was hugging and kissing him, and it didn't matter why, all that mattered was focusing on how delicious the other mans mouth was and tasting as much of it as he could. Even more important was feeling what was being spoken through lips and tongue, and he knew what the taller man was going to say even before he said it.

His unbeating heart surely would have skipped a beat and his breathing would have ceased had he been breathing in the first place, but despite being inhuman in nature the blondes knees still weakened. Arms wrapped around the mans neck, holding him tightly while placing little kisses over his face.

"You never needed to say it, Miene Liebe, i've always known, don't be sorry." Warm and fuzzy feelings had blossomed in the vampires desolate useless heart long ago and he could sense the same through Quinn and his body when they joined, or even in the simplest interaction, or in the mere fact that the other vampire returned. Words were never necessary, but hearing them finally was so sweet . "I love you too," Taxi pulled back, smiling his cute little smile. "I love you so much it's ridiculous, every part of me does, I swear even my toes adore you!" A giggle, stepping on Quinns feet and using the added height to nip at his nose affectionately.

This was nice. It had been worth the wait, and the best part about being a vampire was that he would never have to let him go ever again.

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Maybe it was strange, a little stupid, but that joyride on the motorcycle had helped Quinn put things into perspective. He always thought most clearly when he was moving fast, that wild sensation of adrenaline making his entire being alert and active. He realized that, yeah, there would always be odd, fucked up things in his life. He was a vampire. He was a vampire with a werewolf for a brother. He loved a man who's father was a fucking asshole, who's uncle had a dragon's tail, and who hung around a guy claiming to be a grim reaper. It didn't get much stranger than that.

Despite it all, maybe even because of it in some ways, Quinn cared deeply for Taxi. There'd always be times when Quinn got upset or broody; it was just in the man's nature, but he'd always get over it. He laughed with Taxi and pulled the man in for another, deep kiss, full of life despite the fact that they both were very, very dead. Pulling away, Quinn was all smiles.

"Tomorrow, babe, you and I are gonna go out for a ride." Quinn promised and the undertone to his voice was absolutely lewd. He quirked a brow, grin falling crooked.

Silas had been ravenous, absolutely starving. Seeing that cat munch merrily away at the entrails of a mouse kind of curbed his appetite. The man's nose wrinkled and he looked away, dropping the slice of pizza back onto the cardboard.

Between the revelation that his brother was a fairy (and it amused him so much to imagine angry, ferocious Quinn with fairy wings and a tiara), the biker bar, the gay love scene occurring in the living room, the dead guy in the bathtub, and the cat eating a mouse, Silas was feeling a bit drained.

"Yeah, oh gross, man. I can see all of the mouse's insides." Silas said, looking away, and obvious look of disgust on his face. " Shoo it away or something will you? I think I'm about to be sick." He was totally oblivious to what Gabri was reaching for inside his large coat. Honestly he couldn't even imagine that kind, sweet-natured Gabri would be toting around a dangerous weapon. Then again, Silas wasn't exactly your typical werewolf. Except when he was a wolf, that is.

[Rip]

Whatever was going on in the livingroom didn't matter, or rather, no longer existed to Gabri. It was just Silias, the kitchen and himself. Inside that kitchen however, was a nasty little flea bitten monstrocity crunching into the bones of something small and helpless. He hated cats. They always watched, always stared with such intensity that those eyes peirced right through your body and dug at the soul. Those eyes had claws behind them, and they tore the ghost of a person to peices while ravaging the secrets kept hidden in the mind. They always watched because they were nosey, and they were so nosey because they could find out anything they wanted. Pryers, grave diggers, defilers. With the rats at least if he kept quiet they couldn't hear, they couldn't know... but these beasts...

Vile animals. Satanic demons. All the same name: cat.

Hearing Silias's request to 'shoo' it away, Gabri stood up silently, moving with grace and care in his step. Stalking and creeping, even if he was right infront of it. The cat looked up once, it's gaze blazing, and went back to dinner.

The Pole wasn't very strong, and he wasn't very intimidating, but he was very fast, and not even the black, bloody cat could get away before his hand clasped tightly onto the back of it's neck. It thrashed and yowled, sending screams catterwauling off the crumbling walls, until the reaper frowned and with one, swift movement of his other hand, took hold of it's head and snapped it to the side. It went limp, with it's head lolling in odd directions, and Gabri threw it, quite calmly as if everything were in the norm, out the window.

He looked over his shoulder, to the mouse with it's stomach hanging out of it's body, and grabbed a towl to clean up the mess with. Afterwards, he washed his hands and took another peice of pizza, sitting back down in his original seat, eating at a politely slow pace and keeping his elbows off the table.

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"But Quinn-" Taxi protested, licking his lips to taste Quinn again even after their kiss ended. "Can't we have sex too?" And then he paused, placing a fingertip to his lip, head tilted down and then the innuendo hit him. You could nearly see the little lightbulb above his head. "OH, I get it. Oh Miene Liebe, that was naughty." Yes, because the other vampire was naughty and Taxi was a certified angel. The sinister lecherous grin on his face, having realized the sexual connotations of the word ride didn't really help his case for purity.

Nor did the sort of confused look, eyebrows scrunching and lips pursing as he looked around the room. "Hey, do you smell that?" The blondes senses weren't as keen as most vampires, and although he was above human capability, it still wasn't nearly as good as his lovers scent was likely to be. "It smells like.." Sentence didn't need to be finished. Copper filled the air, and it wasn't coming from the bedroom. Actually, it was rather near the canine odour of Silas and Gabri's own perfume of humanity and insanity.

But Taxi knew he had already messed up one time today in concerns to the eating habits of vampires, so he hesitated to even utter the word Blood for fear of seeming like some frenzied blood lusting leech. Again. So rather nervously he crept towards the kitchen, reaching back to grab Quinn's large hand and hold it. Just incase some horrible monster was in there very very very quietly devouring Gabri and Silas.

Once he peered around the corner of the door and realized it wasn't Silas turning into a werewolf and biting his friends head off, there was a note of relief. Still that metallic tang of blood. Not human, he realized after getting into the room now. . . Animal?

"Gabri!! You didn't eat a bird too, did you?!" It was a lecturing tone, scorning the reaper for what Taxi assumed had happened. An accustatory glance was thrown at Silas too, as it was just as likely he had been the culprit of this scent of animalian blood.

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Quinn's grin broadened. Naughty? Of course he was naughty. The thoughts he was entertaining within his naughty little head were beyond lecherous. Everyone had their quirks and machinery, or rather, the riding of a powerful machine was a major turn on. Exhilarating, energizing. He felt like he could take on the world and was currently doing a very good job of undressing Taxi with his eyes. That is, until, he too caught scent of that tell-tale smell. His hand in Taxi's Quinn followed after, energy being shifted towards cautious and the possibility he might have to break up a fight. Maybe kill someone. Hopefully not.

Seeing that both men were fine, Gabri munching away on pizza and Silas... Silas looked absolutely stricken. Quinn felt a surge of protectiveness and was at his brother's side, gripping his shoulders, turning him to face him.

"You alright? What the hell happened? Silas?" A dangerous look was shot in Gabri's direction. He was the only other person in the room, the only one who could've caused Silas to fright.

Silas' wide eyes finally left Gabri and he really couldn't wrap his mind around why the reaper would kill the cat. When he said to shoo it away he hadn't meant to kill the poor thing. Maybe the Polish man wasn't as safe and nice as he had first thought. What could he expect when the human chose to hang around with the likes of vampires? Still, he couldn't help but want to curb Quinn's aggression away from Gabri. The human was acting as if he'd done a good deed, as if all was okay.

He looked to his younger brother and offered a wan smile.
"Nothing happened, Quinn. I saw a mouse. I freaked out a little. You don't have to worry."

Quinn was not fooled. He saw the way he was staring and Gabri, as if the reaper had just committed a crime.

"Don't try to protect him." Heated words ground out between grit teeth. Quinn turned that menacing glare to Gabri, shoulder muscles going rigid, rising. All intimidation all anger.

"What the hell did you do?" His words were clipped, a sneer pulling at his lips.

"Quinn would you rela--"

"Shut up Silas." A sharp look thrown over his shoulder, causing his own brother to hesitate. "What the hell did you do?" Quinn repeated. He managed to calm down a little for his brother's sake, at least until Gabri supplied some manner of answer.

[Rip]

Just as Gabri took another bite of pizza a man down the street was having a fit about a dead cat being thrown on his head. If it wasn't the poor part of town, he was raving, the police would be up there demanding just 'what the fuck?' Also!- he screamed to a passerby- quite possibly the SPCA as well!

Gabri, being human and rather oblivious, heard none of it. He did, however, notice a weird and uneasy quiet coming from meat-head's brother. The man looked at him non-chalantly and found himself so shocked by the expression that he jumped as if suffering from a physical blow. Surprised and suddenly extremely upset, he ran through his mind franticly searching for the horrible act to which caused such distress in his new friend. Mind-gabri was over turning tables and ripping through cabinates, tossing files from their neatly organized systems and shredding papers that would be important any other time except this one. His mothers name? That wasn't it. His birthdate? Childhood memories? Worst events? How to ride a bike? The 6th grade? Dirty dreams he would never admit having? Oh no no it wasn't there! What did he do?

His panic was at first interupted by Taxi and once his friend spoke it was rekindled with three times the force. Bird? Eat a bird? Was he eating a bird? He stared at the blonde nightmare not as if he had three heads (which was a familiar way for Gabri to look at him) but rather as if he just delivered a death sentence. The Pole looked down at his pizza and found it decorated with little dead chicken fetuses, X's for eyes and with tounges hanging out their beaks. He threw it back into the box. Across the room the sink turned into a court room, all of the jury turned to birds. The judge was a mean and disgrunted looking vulture, who rasped loudly before slamming the mallet into the wood. The flock cawwwwwed out in agreement. When Quinn spoke, much to the reaper's horror, he had the head of an Velociraptor.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Gabri cried, his face such a terrible mix of hurt, confusion and panic that it might have touched emotion in even Hitler. Gabrjel could not, honest to God, remember anything about murdering a cat, and thus, had no idea why this was happening. But he HAD to explain himself because raptor Quinn was furious with for something he didn't know what. "IwasjusteatingpizzaandIdidn'tknowtherewasbirdsinitIdid'tmeantoeatanybirdsIswearI'msorryi'msorryimsorry-" The rest was a nothing but a strain of pure gibberish, spoken in Polish so it wasn't like most of them would understand him anyway. He did, however, look close to tears, breathing too heavy and spazzing. It ended with him covering his head, because he was absolutely certain something was going to be thrown at him.