DOOR NUMBER TWO / o, cupcakes

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabe was no better about his sweet-tooth. He'd even coaxed someone over to the sugary side, although the thought sobered him, reminded the hybrid why he was here and that as innocuous as accepting a cupcake could be, it would mean a lot more later on down the line. For now, though, he did his best to banish those thoughts because sweets, brushing aside the habitual, "should save some for Laz." Gabe didn't hesitate to investigate the source of the smell, and when he found it, he realized two things: one, that there was a crocodile, and two, he was willing to risk a leg for one of those cupcakes. "If we do it will be worth it, I'm just saying." He felt a bit dwarfed standing next to a lion -fuck, most people were taller than he was- but for the time-being, they were united in their desire for cupcakes, which was one of the greater causes he'd ever stood for.

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