Gabriel was seated at his desk, fingers absentmindedly tapping out a staccato rhythm against the wood as he tried to focus on Victorian Demonology. His thoughts kept turning to his brother, though; he wanted to return to Room 110 to check on Raphael, but he had a job.
He looked up at Rose's entrance. "Good evening, Rose." He tilted his head curiously at her posture. "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"
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Date: Friday, 9 July 2010 15:38 (UTC)He looked up at Rose's entrance. "Good evening, Rose." He tilted his head curiously at her posture. "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"