#gavinxscreaming

     “…Then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.” The explanation was concluded with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. It was as if this sort of thing occurred every day – well, the murder part did. The fight the victim had put up, however, that had usually finished by the second stab. Not the tenth. 

Michael was a bit shocked in the heat of the moment. They had just been in the heat of an argument. The sudden slam on his back, snapped him out of it. “Gavin, what the hell....” That was all he managed to get out before the other had shut him up. He didn’t know what to do. His hand twitched a few times, resisting the urge to grab the other. 

“Well it’s your own damn fault! You’re so reckless.” Michael huffed at him showing little sympathy, but he was actually a bit worried about him. “As long as nothing’s broken, you should be fine.”

The Enderman vanished in a shower of purple sparks once it had struck Gavin, taking Michael’s distraction as its chance to escape. Michael’s sword fell to the grass with a soft thump, and he dropped to his knees next to Gavin, dragging him into his lap. “You fucking idiot,” he hissed. “What the fuck were you thinking?”