To Be Annoyed or To Be Really Annoyed.

Walking around in this irritating heat made all of this even worse. A line of sweat dripped down the right of his brow which his right hand quickly swept up and wiped off. Right now he was wearing black jeans, a jacket and a white shirt underneath it. He pinched the middle of his shirt and slowly pulled it forward and pushed it back repeatedly in order to achieve some sort of cooling. That overall sweaty and clammy feeling even before he had started training was just irritating. He could feel his shirt begin to stick to his back and his arms begin to sweat as well. The sun definitely was doing it's toll today as it stuck big and bright in the sky.

Looking around Gabriel noticed someone was trying to get his attention in the shade. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to get out of this sun and possibly to find someone to spar with. He looked at the young man as he approached and saw his armor that he was wearing which made him think

*Damn.. It must be hot in there...*

Getting close enough to where now he was standing in the shade Gabriel interlocked both of his hands behind his head and began to size this person up before he responded to him. No distinguishable showings that he was even a seated member. He looked just about as much as a greenhorn as he did before.. he started doing "Clean Up" jobs. Something about the part of your soul that dies entirely when you see the light from a targets eyes disappear. It's a feeling that Gabriel would wish upon no one. Before that he had been close to how he was now just more depressed all in all.

Gabriel decided this was the person he would talk to though he didn't know how exactly to ask the question he did notice that he was probably stuck with the grunt work as well. Or else he'd be out with the rest of his division.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Gabriel Alexander of the 2nd Division."

Upon finishing his introduction he loosened his interlaced hands and brought them down to his sides. This heat was certainly bugging him, and if there were any wind it would be a little bit bearable, but no such thing was found. Using his right hand he wiped his brow of any sweat that had accumulated sense the last time he did and continued with his proposal.

"I think your the kind of person I was looking for. The thing is I was given enough post war work to last me a year, and at my current strength I am unable to do anything, but take an entire bloody year to do so. My thinking is if I get faster and stronger I will be able to better finish this mountain of jobs, and that is where you come in. I usually do not like working with people, but seeing as we are both unseated and could probably use some boost in strength in order to become stronger why don't we train together? Well meaning spar or train."

Before this heat struck him like a brick wall it seemed like his proposal would have been a simple one considering that they both needed it, but now that the heat had struck them Gabriel began to think of ways to make this easier, and the closest way he could think of is using the 13th Division Dojo. Opening all the windows up and just training and sparing until they drop. At least hopefully that would be enough. This was almost a last ditch effort for him, because besides his brothers he really didn't care for anyone else. In fact he despised most people and hated being around him, but if this person were to accept then it'd make it easier for him to be around at least this person.