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"Maybe I would, Maybe I wouldn’t. How about we don’t find out and you sit down, dumbass." He huffed before putting the gun in his belt and walking over to practically push the other down into a seat. "There, wasn’t so hard now was it." 

"You wouldn't--You'd miss me too much." He pouted, collapsing onto the couch. "Yes it was. You almost shot me to make me sit down. I might cry now."

"Uh, yeah, Mom should be home by now. Can you guys keep the kissing to a minimum, please and thank you." He noted first, grimacing at the thought of the sight, before heading to the front to lock the doors, and motioning him to the back door.

"Hmm--I'll see what I can do." He laughed, following the other to the back door. "Have you guys moved since I was here, or are you still in the same place?"

"Sweet! Uh, I just have to lock up, so do ya wanna go home?" He questioned, a goofy grin on his lips.

       "Mhm--Yeah. Is Verity home? Not that I don't like seeing you--It's just--Well, you know." Crepsley can wait.

it’d also be pretty rad if a hot guy lived upstairs & maybe he was in a band & after a long night of practice he’d come out onto the fire escape for a cigarette while you’re out there looking up at the stars & reading a mystery novel & it goes on like this for a while, just sharing a few glances & head nods & then returning to your apartment but maybe one day he walks down the stairs & sits on one of steps & asks you what book you’re reading & it all kind of flourishes from there. you’re welcome. 

"What about this?" He said, pulling out his father’s gun. He might or might not have taken it from him.

      "You...You wouldn't--Would you? That's not even fair! I can't even use guns!"

He couldn’t stop smiling, not being to deny his father the embrace, clutching onto him. “She’s going to be stoked. How long are you staying?”

       "Hmm--Maybe a little over a week. Crepsley's gotta take care of a couple things while the Cirque's in town, and then we've gotta head out again." He ruffled the blond's hair, pulling back from his embrace to look up at the other.

"Darren Shan sit your ass down before I make you."

"Make me--I dare you."

     ”Then at least I’ll know where you are.”

"--You could always just put a GPS on me instead of murdering me."

"Then sit down idiot."

"I don't wanna."

He froze, before looking up. “D-Dad? Dad! You’re back!” The blond’s attention strayed from the inventory. “Does Mom know you’re back?”

"I know, it's nice to see you too." He grinned, opening his arms for his now taller son. "Not yet--I literally just got here."

"The shop is currently closed, could you please come back at another time?" Well, at least look up, Gav.

       "You're going to send away your own old man? I'm so upset, Gav."