tuffyiscute

Silver flashed in the light of the kitchen and Gabriel winced with each pass, refusing to hiss at the pain the sharp object produced. After a while, he had to stop, setting down the objects in his hands and flexed his fingers, feeling slowly coming back to them, only to pick up the instruments again to repeat for a few minutes. Nothing caught his attention from the task at hand until footsteps sounded down the hallway. Gabriel froze his hands under the table, and looked a bit surprised when Ratchet walked in, dressed for bed and a damp towel around his neck. They looked at each other warily, and Gabriel finally broke the silence with a,