[ Aaah what the fuck! Gavin lights up like a Christmas tree, bright red all the way up to his ears. The Puppy Feeling is cooing, wanting more attention, wanting... Wanting. ]
W-What're you— [ It's a weak protest, voice all soft and fluttery. His eyes flash amber for a second. ] I-I don't know why I'm doin' it, alright?
[ Hank growls happily, though his is obviously way deeper than Gavin's. He smirks, running his hand through Gavin's hair some more until the light turns green and he has to get both hands on the wheel again. It feels good knowing he's not fucking this up. Gavin's happiness is definitely fulfilling some kind of instinctual need to protect and care for his pack. Hank doesn't really get it either but he likes it. It's about time this werewolf thing did something besides just suck. ]
[ Oh fuck. Oh no. The growl hits him square in the chest, fully awakening that Primal thing deep inside him. He's almost trembling all of a sudden, goosebumps covering every part of his skin.
The grocery store was nothing compared to this. He wants to press closer to Hank, the one that made him, bare his neck and feel the scrape of Hank's teeth against his flesh. Against where he bit him. He wants Hank to tear him apart and put him back together with nothing but a few touches and growls, press him against—
HOLY SHIT. He turns and looks back out the front of the car.
And lifts a hand up and punches himself square in the face with a crack. ]
[ Okay, well, while Gavin is freaking out, Hank is focusing on the road (even if he can definitely feel a bit of something from how intense Gavin's emotions are running wild, but that's just been a constant thing since he got turned, so Hank's been tuning it out for the sake of privacy.)
So really, Hank just hears a crack and he fucking jumps, nearly swerving the car off the road in surprise. ]
[ It really does feel like he's finally fully... awake. And it's. Sure interesting. He was almost too scared to lean into it but now he doesn't have a choice. The wolfiness is fully awake and howling deep inside him now. Shit.
He wipes at the little spot of blood that leaks out of his nose, rolling his shoulders. ]
I think I just finally processed all the shit in the store, it's fine. I won't hit myself again.
[ Hank slows them down, at least they're not on the freeway but christ. He looks over at Reed, shaking his head and passing him a tissue from the glove compartment. ]
Yeah, don't. Trying to re-break your nose won't work, alright?
Sorry. I dunno, pain seemed like the quickest way to ground me.
[ He touches his nose, it already mostly healed over from his self inflicted wound. Gavin sighs, a full chested exhalation and goes back to picking at the bag of jerky.
[ Hank's gonna miss the cute growling, ngl. But it's not like he can tell Gavin not to hurt himself when he'll just... heal right back up. Hank found that out, so Gavin can find that out too. It's fine, Hank just kinda rolls his eyes and takes them home. They're almost there, at least.
Next time he's taking Connor up on that offer to pickup his groceries. ]
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W-What're you— [ It's a weak protest, voice all soft and fluttery. His eyes flash amber for a second. ] I-I don't know why I'm doin' it, alright?
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[ Hank growls happily, though his is obviously way deeper than Gavin's. He smirks, running his hand through Gavin's hair some more until the light turns green and he has to get both hands on the wheel again. It feels good knowing he's not fucking this up. Gavin's happiness is definitely fulfilling some kind of instinctual need to protect and care for his pack. Hank doesn't really get it either but he likes it. It's about time this werewolf thing did something besides just suck. ]
Don't hold back for my sake.
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The grocery store was nothing compared to this. He wants to press closer to Hank, the one that made him, bare his neck and feel the scrape of Hank's teeth against his flesh. Against where he bit him. He wants Hank to tear him apart and put him back together with nothing but a few touches and growls, press him against—
HOLY SHIT. He turns and looks back out the front of the car.
And lifts a hand up and punches himself square in the face with a crack. ]
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So really, Hank just hears a crack and he fucking jumps, nearly swerving the car off the road in surprise. ]
Reed, what the fuck?
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[ It really does feel like he's finally fully... awake. And it's. Sure interesting. He was almost too scared to lean into it but now he doesn't have a choice. The wolfiness is fully awake and howling deep inside him now. Shit.
He wipes at the little spot of blood that leaks out of his nose, rolling his shoulders. ]
I think I just finally processed all the shit in the store, it's fine. I won't hit myself again.
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[ Hank slows them down, at least they're not on the freeway but christ. He looks over at Reed, shaking his head and passing him a tissue from the glove compartment. ]
Yeah, don't. Trying to re-break your nose won't work, alright?
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[ He touches his nose, it already mostly healed over from his self inflicted wound. Gavin sighs, a full chested exhalation and goes back to picking at the bag of jerky.
He's not cute growling anymore, at least. ]
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[ Hank's gonna miss the cute growling, ngl. But it's not like he can tell Gavin not to hurt himself when he'll just... heal right back up. Hank found that out, so Gavin can find that out too. It's fine, Hank just kinda rolls his eyes and takes them home. They're almost there, at least.
Next time he's taking Connor up on that offer to pickup his groceries. ]