«ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ғᴇᴇʟ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ» — ʀᴘ ᴀᴄᴄ #ᴅʙʜ ; ; ᴏᴏᴄ – 18 ʏᴏ.
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Gavin seems to snap out of a trance when he hears the familiar voice so close by; he flinches almost imperceptibly and shifts his gaze first to the speaker, then to the small box in his hands. He looks... bewildered.
— Is this... is this for me?
Gavin stands by the stone railing, staring unblinkingly at the water directly in front of him; he holds a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
— Six years? Are you twelve? — [ Gavin looks surprised—perhaps even shocked. ] — You... you don't look your age at all. Fuck, sorry...
[ He looked away and pursed his lips. A sudden wave of guilt washes over him, heavy and oppressive, at the thought that he’d offered a kid a >
— Yeah, turning eighteen. Well... I don't have anyone else to celebrate with, — [ Gavin shrugged. He answered calmly, without any sign of discomfort. ] — So, do you want to celebrate with me?
//A quick clarification: technically, the entire account for the teenage Gavin serves as the backstory for my original Gavin (@elect_ricite)
— I feel so awful. I want to run away from this damn house with my dog, but I feel so bad leaving Mom alone, and she doesn't want to leave that... asshole. After all, she’ll be left all alone. With my younger sister.
— From the police? — [ the young man looked up at him with a mix of interest and skepticism—as if he truly wanted to trust him, but bitter experience held him back. ] — You can’t help me; don’t waste your time.
