[Closed] Dress-Up

[has_a_horn]

It's noon. Gabriel had been out with Scout all morning and now the little dog is tired out, but Gabriel is still restless. He eats something, clicks on the TV, clicks it off, then stands up decidedly. He's lacking in company, not things to do. He considers the TARDIS, but today he wants something a little less complicated. He locks his door, checks in on Scout, who's curled up in the center of his bed snoring, then disappears.

In the next moment he's lying on Johnny's bed. He stretches out, facing the ceiling with his hands cradling his head. Johnny's sitting at the little table that's covered in tattoo supplies fussing with something or other, but Gabriel doesn't look over to see what it is.

"Working on that design for me?" He crosses his ankles, making an exaggerated show of comfort that's really more like fidgeting. "Is it a tramp stamp?" He smirks. "I think that'd suit me, don't you?"