The lad had good nerves. That would make things a little more fun. Gabriel chose to take it as a challenge. "I should have guessed. Peacekeepers always get the short end of the stick," he said with a smirk as he pushed off the door-frame and strolled into the room with his hands behind his back, as if on an inspection.
"Noah," he said a little dismissively in response, examining the shelves and the racks and huffing when he found nothing he could conceivably eat. Oh, wait a minute--
"Hah!" Gleefully he snatched up the package of cooking chocolate and tugged it open with a practised yank. "And your other name, Dario?" He rolled the R a bit, half mocking and half just to play with the sound.
Of course, he wasn't necessarily going to return the favour. The Workers had said not to advertise his 'imaginary' name. Well, he wasn't, was he? They couldn't book him for that. (Even though Noah kind of was, according to some denominations. Who was going to know? Loki would be more obvious.)
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"Noah," he said a little dismissively in response, examining the shelves and the racks and huffing when he found nothing he could conceivably eat. Oh, wait a minute--
"Hah!" Gleefully he snatched up the package of cooking chocolate and tugged it open with a practised yank. "And your other name, Dario?" He rolled the R a bit, half mocking and half just to play with the sound.
Of course, he wasn't necessarily going to return the favour. The Workers had said not to advertise his 'imaginary' name. Well, he wasn't, was he? They couldn't book him for that. (Even though Noah kind of was, according to some denominations. Who was going to know? Loki would be more obvious.)