[ FORBIDDEN FRIENDSHIP / #SADRIEL WRITING DUMP ]

[GABRIEL]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][align=right]1/17/19. 8:49 AM.

He knew that she was going to give him crap for this, being late. Gabriel had kept up with being on-time ever since Sade had first arrived in the Badlands, but today things had gone a little differently than planned. He briskly walked towards the outskirts of the town where the young Worm made a shabby residence in a near-collapsed shack. She was outside already, squatting on the ground and swishing around a cup of juice. "I thought His Highness always arrived at eight o'clock, sharp." Teased the young girl, which the older boy had responded vaguely, "I got a little sidetracked."

Hm, well she didn't think much on that. Shrugging, the Worm chirped, "Well while you were busy doin' that, I made some orange juice à la Sade." She held up a small container of borderline-mushy mess of a beverage, with soggy pulp and all. Gabriel blinked, and responded flatly, "Looks tasty." He didn't even want to know what that tasted like. "Uh.. Today, I want you to—"

"Hol' up there. I ain't goin' anywhere until you try some." Sade interrupted, folding her arms and cocking a brow in an expectant fashion. Gabriel was... caught off-guard by her words. He was the one that told her what to do, not the other way around. ".. I don't want any." And he was serious. "I'm not movin', Rude Boy." Sade responded, also quite serious. Worm or not, the girl was stubborn and determined to get something out of this for herself before she slaved all day.

Okay, whatever. If it would get her to move on, then so be it. Besides, wasn't it just orange juice? Gabe took the cup from her and looked into it, the freshly-squeezed project completely unappetizing. He managed a sigh, and he took a drink before almost immediately wincing and scrunching up his nose and eyes. "Wow, that's.. bitter." He commented, sneering and smacking his lips as if to neutralize the acidic contents remaining on his tongue and lips.

Bitter? Sade almost scoffed at this utter dismissal of her hard work. "These oranges looked ripe to me!" Gabe pursed his lips and gave her back the cup before shrugging. "Apparently they weren't." Oranges were newly in season around this time of year, so it was possible that her harvest just hadn't ripened enough yet. "The darker ones are sweeter." He advised, in which she mumbled in reply, "Well... Couldn't reach the dark ones." She sniffled, as her nose was runny, and wiped it with a balled-up tissue fished from her pocket.

Gabriel took this moment to think, and he concluded, "Okay. Your task for the day is picking oranges—the ripe ones." Sade looked up at him, as if he was crazy. She couldn't reach those dang oranges, not unless she knocked them down with a stick or something. "Do I gotta repeat myself? I can't reach 'em!" Beginning to walk in the directions of the garden, Gabriel shrugged and replied,"That's what I'm here for."

The Worm chuckled, and she managed to snort, "Hah! Keep dreamin', Shorty." He was only like a foot or so taller than her, and she knew for a fact that he couldn't reach the ripe oranges near the top. To this sarcasm came an even sassier response from Gabe, who simply arched a brow. "Or I can ask Cat for another job for you instead." Challenged he.

Well, Sade was quick to take back her words. "Uhh, nevermind! You're not [i]that short. You're as tall as a giraffe! No, a tree! One of them biiig palm trees, the ones that the birds live in and stuff."[/i] She rambled on as they walked.

That day, on Thursday the 17th of January, Sade learned how to pick ripe oranges off the tree.