<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: giddyup std;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">Gizmo</span></span><br/>Image removed at artist's request.</div><br/><hr/><br/>Gizmo tilted his head sharply at her and extended a hand over to give her bicep a small squeeze; a giggle then passing his lips. "You look pretty strong to me, Sytri! You'll get there in no time flat." His smile faded from his feminine features as she mentioned, once again, that 'something' was 'coming', was 'happening'. The way she expressed it made him feel very nervous and he shook his head a little, one of his hands moving to give a scratch to the back of his neck; something he did whenever he felt anxious. "Nah, everything'll be fine. And if something does happen. Aciel's here to protect you. I'm here to protect you." He flashed her a care free smile, though it was obvious to him that he didn't quite believe in his fake confidence. It was true that Aciel was there to protect her, but who would protect him? The thought didn't show on his face, instead, he continued to grin.<br/><br/>Gizmo followed the girl over towards the seating set up; a couple of black, comfy coaches. He sat right beside her, curling his knees up to his chest to relax. "So what do you think we should do now? Aciel seems preoccupied and Plague went with him so....I guess we've been left to house sit." He let out a small laugh, obviously kidding. Something about the statement rang true, however, and he had to admit it unsettled him a little.