It was less patience, and more the lack of real impatience, that kept Gale from doing little more than idly regard the other boy as he yanked at his hair, tweaked at his ears. It was hard for him to be particularly bothered when no pain stemmed from the action, although he couldn’t help but note how terribly rude “Snow” seemed to be. Of course, that didn’t stop him from smiling benignly, and in a voice as sugary as the lollipop corked in his mouth, replying. 

[color=#FCDFFF]“I’m Gale Eden. It’s a pleasure, Snow.”[/color]

His interest was stolen from the boy by the suddenly feminine chirps of their benefactor, and for a moment, his eyes rose in genuine surprise. The moment faded as he began to ramble on and on about the situation Gale and the other Dreamers had found themselves in, and while he kept an ear open just in case, he wasn’t curious enough to start rattling off questions like some of the others. The rules of this reality hardly aligned with the logic of their own. The things that populated this world were most certainly not human, and there was a war raging that had brought both them, as well as the comatose children, into the thick of things. 

Curious and curiouser. But Gale found it preferable to listen and observe instead of trying to vye for the Rabbit’s attention in things. Already, a few others had taken the lead in the little interrogation, and the Rabbit seemed far more invested in them than anyone else for the time being. 

He was brought out of his thoughts by a scream of warning. Gale managed to turn just in time to see Snow suddenly enveloped in a mass of tightly coiled shadow. Taking a cue from the others, he took a few deliberate steps back away from the whole mess, although his eyes were still locked onto the whole process until the very end.

[color=#FCDFFF]“How ghastly.”[/color]

His voice was thick with sympathy, although it didn’t touch his eyes in the slightest.

Two down already. 

It likely wouldn’t be long for the next to fall. 

Gale swung his arms a little, glancing over to see that the Rabbit had done a very abrupt shift in the time he hadn’t been watching him. No longer was he the dignified gentleman of earlier, but instead had become a high-strung mess of a girl. His brows rose again, and he listened with far more interest as she explained what had happened to Snow, what had happened to herself. There was a bit of rambling around it, but from what Gale gathered, it had been the emotion of the situation that had done him in.

Poor boy.

The apparent leader of the rebellion arrived, although Gale’s attention once again shifted as they were handed their gear. The “Chronovoker”, and a marble. He pocketed the former, and eyed the latter with interest. “Whatever weapon he felt he could handle best”...

It crumbled between his fingers as easily as a robin’s egg. Nothing took its place, however- instead, Gale’s hands suddenly became...noticeably heavier. Blinking, he looked down to see his hands coated in sleek, polished metal. Gauntlets. They were silver in color, adorned with careful swoops and little swirls here and there. The fingers of them both led into sharp, vicious tips. Like claws. Like knives. Fascinated, Gale rolled down one of his sleeves, and brought one of the fingers gently, ever so gently, against his bare skin.

He didn’t even have to press for the spot he picked to bead. A dewdrop of blood formed beneath his claw, and then leisurely began to roll down to his elbow after growing fat with enough mass.

Gale regarded this for a moment, then rolled his sleeve back up again. 

They were [i]perfect[/i]. 

Flicking his hand clean, he padded forward, and leaped into the hungry maw of the rabbit hole.