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That GuyGavin was having an excellent day.
He thought he was having an excellent day.
He’d just finished up with a truly fantastic show with the rest of Stereosonic; they’d all played off each other’s energy wonderfully, they’d had quite a crowd show up to see them, and everyone seemed to be having a great time.
Everyone, that is, except for one person.
There he was again. That guy.
He was sitting in the back, smoking a cigarette with total disregard for anyone around him (how he hadn’t been kicked out, no one knew) drinking cheap liquor and somehow managing to look down on everybody around him, despite being the shortest person in the room.
He was thin and pale and looked a bit ill. There were sickly bags under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in some time, and his dark blue eyes were slightly watery and bloodshot. His hair was black, and had a presumptuous curl to it somehow- not helped by the little red beret he was wearing. He wore a black t
Voluntary HypnosisGavin had a very difficult time falling asleep.
Malkin had passed out almost immediately; he hadn’t slept the whole time he’d been with Cyril, and had completely exhausted himself. But Gavin stayed awake for hours after, trying to convince himself to sleep too. If he could just fall asleep, then he’d wake up and it’d be morning and he could take Malkin to get breakfast somewhere, go home, and never come back into this creepy old warehouse again, unless absolutely necessary.
He told himself it must be safe; Malkin had been living there for quite some time, by the look of things. If there were any threat to him, he would’ve left.
Gavin finally gave in and started quietly texting his boyfriend to try to calm himself down enough to sleep. The darkness and silence of the place were starting to get to him.
Through a series of texts, he told Dreyden all about what had happened; he wished he could call him, but he didn’t want to wake Malkin.
Cat's CradleGavin said goodbye to Kayzee at the pizza shop, and headed off in the other direction by himself, starting his search for Malkin’s hideaway. He had only the slightest notion as to where he was going, and kept hoping that he would end up running into Malkin on his way so he wouldn’t have to get himself lost trying to find him.
But there was still no sign of him. Gavin told himself not to worry, but his mind was a whirlwind of worst-case scenarios that he couldn’t silence.
What if Damian came back? What if he was trapped somewhere? What if he was lost? What if he was hurt? What if something terrible happened and Cyril had died, and Malkin was now left powerless, or worse, had died with him?
Gavin was so lost in his own worries that he hadn’t been watching where he was going, and ran straight into a girl who was walking the other way.
“Ah-! I-I’m so sorry, excuse me-“ Gavin stuttered, moving back a few steps.
“S’alright- Have you seen
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