[ Gavin just shoots him the bird as he leaves. And then once he's alone he... presses the shirt to his face.
Oh fuck.
He yanks it away, turning red up to his ears and shaking his head. What the fuck! No! Absolutely not!
Grumbling, he drops the towel and slips on the sweats and shirt. A little baggy, but it has a drawstring and he's broad enough in the shoulders that he's not swimming in it.
Once he steps back out into the hall he smells the steak and... okay, Gavin's never been a steak guy. He was a vegetarian through most of school, actually. But holy fuck that smells like the best goddamn thing ever.
He pads into the kitchen, bangs on his head making him look incredibly boyish, and he crosses his arms. ]
Can't fuckin' believe you've made me want steak now, Anderson.
[ With that, he plops himself down at the table. ]
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Oh fuck.
He yanks it away, turning red up to his ears and shaking his head. What the fuck! No! Absolutely not!
Grumbling, he drops the towel and slips on the sweats and shirt. A little baggy, but it has a drawstring and he's broad enough in the shoulders that he's not swimming in it.
Once he steps back out into the hall he smells the steak and... okay, Gavin's never been a steak guy. He was a vegetarian through most of school, actually. But holy fuck that smells like the best goddamn thing ever.
He pads into the kitchen, bangs on his head making him look incredibly boyish, and he crosses his arms. ]
Can't fuckin' believe you've made me want steak now, Anderson.
[ With that, he plops himself down at the table. ]