well i miss you so far - o, weekly task

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]Literacy had never been Gabriel's strong suit. Actually, anything book-smart-y had never been his strong suit whatsoever. He was better equipped to think on his feet in fights or maybe take over the world. But over his many years of being alive, he had learned how to read and write. At this point, it seemed like an essential skill- maybe even for entertainment too! Hey, maybe he could stop smoking and start journaling?

Nah, Gabriel shook that thought right out of his head, almost dropping the case of inkwells that he carried between his jaws. It had taken a few trips but so far he had gathered everything he assumed he needed. Inkwells, quills, pens (if people didn't feel like being classy bitches), and the ever-important paper. After taking a long moment to count out everything, he heaved a sigh and called out "Alrighty, Armpitts, it's time for a creative writing class!"