[Gabe merely laughs. There’s a wealth of context Keith is operating entirely separate from. It’s roiling beneath his skin, coursing through his veins. He can’t help but breathe it all in with a triumphant lungful of air. He’s alive. No one dictates him. He can slink at the edges of Keith’s imagination and let the world feel his power and obey.]
What’s this camp?
[As long as Keith wants to believe it to be a quirk if the landscape, he’s welcome to. Gabe won’t contradict him. He can be patient. He’s good at that.]
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What’s this camp?
[As long as Keith wants to believe it to be a quirk if the landscape, he’s welcome to. Gabe won’t contradict him. He can be patient. He’s good at that.]