[ Hank makes a quick beeline to his room, shutting the door behind him. Shit. ]
Fuck, sorry about that, Reed.
[ Like, the dude had yelped? Was he that put off by him? Was he just startled? Who knows, Hank isn't gonna think about it. He dresses quickly, slipping into some faded jeans and one of his very colorful button-ups. It only takes a minute or two for him to step back out and join Gavin in the kitchen. ]
He didn't call at all? Shit, must be some reverse psychology bullshit. [ Hank sighs. ] Alright, I guess I'll text him. We gotta hit the store anyway, I only have enough meat in the house for one of us.
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Fuck, sorry about that, Reed.
[ Like, the dude had yelped? Was he that put off by him? Was he just startled? Who knows, Hank isn't gonna think about it. He dresses quickly, slipping into some faded jeans and one of his very colorful button-ups. It only takes a minute or two for him to step back out and join Gavin in the kitchen. ]
He didn't call at all? Shit, must be some reverse psychology bullshit. [ Hank sighs. ] Alright, I guess I'll text him. We gotta hit the store anyway, I only have enough meat in the house for one of us.