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spacediddly · 5 years
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(For @shadeofazmeinya and the Werewolf AU. I don't know who sent the original ask, but I have fallen in love with this AU and have decided to take an idea I had for it and run.)
Rumors of werewolves were not a new thing. Geoff had been all over the states and everywhere he went, he heard the tales of them. Beasts, as tall as cars, twice as big when they stood on their back legs, with paws that could crush a human skull just by stepping on it, rows and rows of razor sharp teeth in their massive jaws, and eyes as red as blood that could see right into your soul. Geoff would just shake his head and move on his way, they weren't that big.
Still, as the years went on, he started hearing the stories less and less. They were written off as old wives tales, nothing more than little stories you tell at the campfire to get a rouse out of your friends. The rumors disappeared all together once he arrived in Los Santos, people were too busy worrying about getting shot to care about werewolves. That was just fine by Geoff, he came out here searching for a legacy to create, not one to retell.
Werewolves hadn't cross his mind in ages until they showed up in town, The Hellhounds of Los Santos. That's what the locals called them. There was no way to determine how many there were, as no one had ever seen them. The CEO of All-Nighter, a popular club in down town, said there was ten of them, normal looking enough, but with massive scars all over their faces to make it impossible for the FBI to track them. The old homeless man who sat on the corner of Connelly and Fifth claimed there was at least a hundred of them, fists the size of your head and thundering footsteps that could be heard from miles away. They didn't seem to want to cause a ruckus, but these supposed werewolves had created quite the stir in the people. All anyone knew was not to go by the docks at night, especially during a full moon.
So, of course, as soon as the reports of dead bodies popping up on the docks once every month started coming in, Geoff had Gavin install a security camera outside the old fish packing building, right across from the suspected place. Gav thought Geoff was going looney, people find dead bodies everywhere in Los Santos, this wasn't a new occurrence. Geoff assured him that he just wanted to check, make sure it wasn't some little gang hiding out down there. Gavin shrugged and it as he was asked.
Nothing came out of it under two weeks later, around midnight.
"Oi, Geoffrey, you might wanna come see this!". Gavin called from his desk, his face lit up by the glow of his monitors. It was late into the night when he noticed it.
"Gav, I swear to God if this is another video of a cat getting its head stuck in a fucking tissue box, I'm going to turn off the wifi.". Geoff sighed as he came in the room, cup of coffee in his hand.
"Not quite.". Gavin trailed off, pulling up a camera feed. Geoff plopped himself down into the chair beside him, looking at the monitors. "I was check over all the feeds and, well, look.". He pointed to the video.
It was of the docks, Geoff had almost forgotten that he asked Gavin to set one up there. About fifteen seconds into the video, the rolling door of the warehouse was slowly pushed open, as if someone was having a hard time with it, and a figure stepped out.
It was a little hard to make one the features of the person, the camera's quality was only so so, but they looked it be a young man, around Gavin's age and slightly shorter, with a mop of messy hair. Geoff quickly took notice of the huge scar on his left bicep, it looked like it was pretty recent. The figure looked around for a second, then rolled the door closed and took off.
"That was around five pm, yeah? And then this happened a couple hours later.". Gavin dragging his mouse, moving the feed to about six am, if the timestamp was correct. The rolling door was opened again, this time whoever it was was out of the camera's view, and a blur of motion shot through the opening, moving much faster than any human, and the door closed quickly behind them.
Geoff leaned back in his chair and blew out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. So the rumors were true. Werewolves, or at least something of that nature, were in Los Santos. He never thought he'd live to see the day.
"Thanks, Gav, you did good work.". He ruffled the younger's messy hair and stood up. Gavin looked at him, sliding his headphones off.
"What are you going to do, Geoff?".
"Right now? Going to go bed. In the morning? I'm heading to the docks.".
...
Geoff woke up bright and early that morning. Well, not exactly woke up, insomnia was a bit of a bitch, but as soon as the sun was up, he was out of bed. He went to check on Gav before he left, to tell him what he was doing, but he found the lad at his desk, hunched over and snoring. Geoff smiled fondly, what a lovable idiot. Instead of waking the Brit up, he quickly jotted down a note telling him where he'd be and to come find him if he wasn't back by noon, and hurried out the door.
It was a quiet drive to the docks, the apartment they were currently staying at was only fifteen minutes anyway and no one in their right mind was up this early in the morning. Well, nobody but Geoff, but it was debatable if he was in his right mind considering that he was looking for werewolves.
He parked several buildings away from the warehouse, too close and whoever was in there would hear him. As he approached the concrete structure, he counted at least six bloody spots on the ground from bodies, one was still fresh.
The warehouse used to be used for making and storing fishing gear, but fisherman hadn't lived in Los Santos for years, so they were mostly used by squatters, drug dealer, and supposed werewolves. Most of the glass windows of the three story building were still intact, albeit cracked, and some of the other corners were crumpled. The perfect place to hide out if you didn't want to be found.
Now that he's at the rolling door, Geoff does not blame the guy for having a hard time getting it open, the thing's like seven feet tall and fucking heavy. Once it's open big enough for him to squeeze through, he's in the warehouse.
It's not quite what he was expecting; it was definitely run down and in need of several repairs, and the concrete made the whole building a lot cooler than outside, but it had protection from the elements, mostly, so that was something. Droplets of water hit Geoff's head as he walked under a rusty exposed pipe, making him jump. He ran his hand through his hair as he scowled at the pipe, like that was going to do something.
After walking around for a minute, he found the stairs that led up to the second story, footprints and what looked to be massive paw prints were left on the stairs by someone before him; he spotted at least three different shoe sizes and two different paw shapes. There definitely had to be something going on here.
To the left of the top of the stairs was a beat up old couch that had definitely seen better days, two large dog beds, and a claw-scratched coffee table in the middle, barely standing on three legs. The air reeked of wet dog and blood, making Geoff wrinkle up his nose. "So, there's at least three werewolves living here. Weird, I thought there weren't any packs left in North America.".
"There aren't.". A voice growled behind him.
Geoff froze. To be honest, he did not thing this plan through; like what was he going to do if and when he came face to face with a werewolf. An angry one at that, of the tone of the voice was anything to go off of. He slowly put his hands and turned around, ready to have his face mauled off.
In front of him was a woman, not a wolf. She was about five foot ten, well built with strong arms and broad shoulders, ginger hair that fell to about her shoulders, and murder in her golden eyes. She growled at him, in a hunched defensive stance, ready to tear him apart if he made one wrong move.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?".
"I'm Geoff Ramsey, and I was just looking.". That made her falter for a second, eyes wide as her breath caught. She looked at him with something akin to fear and something else, something far deep that he could see.
"Ah, so I take it the Ramsey name still carries on. Should have guessed as much, it's hard to forget a family like mine.". He joked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. Sure, his family was pretty well known, but they didn't exactly have the best history to go with it, so it's not surprise that it caught her off guard.
She snared at him, eyes a blaze, and stocked closer to him. "Give me one good reason not to rip your throat out right now.". She bared her teeth, sharp canines ready to bite into his jugular.
"I mean you no harm, I just wanted to help you.". He tried to explain, but she didn't look like she was interested in listening to his plea.
The ginger barked out a laugh, harsh and sharp, like a knife cutting right through what little confidence he had in that second. "Help? What help could you be to me?".
Geoff dropped his hands, who was going to take him serious with his arms in the air like an idiot. "Look, I know what you are and I know how to help you. You aren't the first werewolf I've met, and judging my the dog beds, you won't be the last.".
She locked him up and down, clearly skeptical of what he was saying, but slowly straighten up out of her attack pose. The ginger raised her eyebrow at him and nodded her head, showing she was listening.
"You guys were had to find, just as elusive as the Vagabond, but everyone knows he's just a myth. Anyway, if I was able to find you, others will be able to find you, and trust me, they won't be a friendly as I am. They'll come in with guns, ready to tear your pack apart and torture you, either to find out what you are or just for the hell of it.". She looked at him, afraid, not for herself, but for her family.
"I don't want that, and you sure as hell don't want that, so let me help you.". Her mood changed; her shoulders slumped, her face dropped, she looked exhausted. Like this wasn't the first time she had moved her pack somewhere she thought was safe for them to inevitably get found out.
"I promise I just want to help you, and I would never break a pack, I know the importance of a family. But I need you to trust me.". Geoff offered his hand to her.
She looked at him, thinking for a moment. She slowly placed her warm hand in his, not closing hers, ready to pull away if need be. "Jack.". She said.
Geoff stood there, grinning at her. "Alrighty, Jack, looks like you've got yourself a partner. Let's keep your pack safe.".
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someraesofsun · 7 years
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And Play Some Video Games
Pairing: Miles/Geoff
Rating: T for some sexual language
Word count: 1998
Summary: When Kyle’s out sick, Miles brings on a guest for Backwardz Compatible. His dumb and very nosy boyfriend. Hijinks ensue. I originally started writing this for @just-a-fandom-mess​ but I liked it well enough to share. 
 It sounded like chaos in the animation department. Night fell on Austin, all had gone home for the night but two. Miles needed to push out a few recordings for a new Backwardz Compatible, and with Kyle sick with the flu, he needed backup. His backup came in the form of the biggest coward he'd ever met. Playing any horror video game with Geoff made Miles truly question why he slept with this man. As if he wasn't screaming just as much as the other man. The empty, darkened department was filled with their quick-fire conversations and bursts of shouting.
“Okay, so I’m- I’m gonna need you to stop, give me the controller, stop walking backwards into the rooms.” “Stop trying to take the controller, Miles, stop it!” “Just-just rip the bandaid off and let the fucking jumpscare happen, what are you do-GEOFF! LOOK OUT!” “A-AAH! Why are you scream- AHH, OH FUCKING CHRIST! Ohhhh no. Oh god, why, what the fuck...” “God you’re the worst person to play scary games with. She's dead again, great! You killed the dumb bitch again! Give me that!”
Miles swiped the controller from Geoff, as grumpy as he sounded, he was laughing. He laughed so hard, his ribs began to feel tough. So maybe, just maybe, he didn't miss Kyle as much as he let on. If anyone was a kick to play games with, it was Geoff. Playing scary games with your boyfriend was always a good idea, even if he was a total wimp. Miles reset the level, shooting Geoff a look which was returned with a goofy smile. “l hate you. So much.” the corners of his mouth betrayed him as the moved up into a smile. In order to hide this traitorous act by his body itself, Miles looked back towards the computer screen.
“You love me!” Geoff teased, and where the facecams couldn't see, his hand slipped under the desk to place itself on Miles’ thigh, giving it a light squeeze that sent an electric shock down his spine. They were relatively public about their relationship with the other workers and their fans, but they still kept physical contact at a minimum. Nothing would scare away their insecure male demographic faster than two men kissing for more than just a funny joke.
Unfortunately, Geoff knew nothing of boundaries or of the ideas of keeping happy a loathed but necessary source of viewership. While Miles breezed through the everything Geoff fucked up, he felt the gaze of a man ready to rile up some angry fanboys.
“So Miles,” Geoff began, blue eyes burning holes into the side of Miles’ head. He had a smirk playing at his lips, it was a lot of work, not elbowing him right in the mouth to get him to stop looking at Miles like this. “I've seen this show before, of course. Not as good as anything I make, but pretty alright.”
“Way to really sell paywalled content, not as good as the free stuff. But okay!” Miles tore his eyes from the screen to side glance Geoff. “But continue.”
“Well, I know that a theme for the show is Kyle always trying to get you to reveal dirty shit for the audience.” Geoff smiled innocently, leaning in just enough so that Miles felt his breath on his shoulder. “Seeing as I'm replacement Kyle-”
“And right here, I believe, is where I start regretting asking you to come on!” Miles spoke higher than usual, leaning forward to escape that hot breath warming the fabric of his shirt, that strange and almost overwhelming feeling.
“I'm just being the best replacement Kyle I can be!” Geoff laughed, pinching Miles’ cheek. “As your boyfriend, I demand I know all your dirty secrets.”
“But Geoff. Geoff Ramsey, man I love, let's just consider the camera that is rolling. The footage that we're sharing with a… whole fucking lot of people!” Miles let out an uneasy laugh, only to get another squeeze on the thigh. Geoff was playing with him. The game felt like cat and mouse. It was Geoff's goal to trap him into revealing personal stuff on this show. Maybe they could bleep it out later…
“Aw, like you haven't been on Barb's sex slow three times now. And that's a free show! This is just between us and whoever actually watches this.” God dammit, he had a point.
“Backwardz Compatible gets plenty of viewers, Geoff!” Miles gritted his teeth and tried to keep his focus on the game. Geoff, always there to push his buttons a little. Not maliciously, all in good fun. Miles wished he'd get his dumb personal questions out of the way already.
“Did I really hit a nerve, there? Miles, I'm just joking around, anything you touch takes off. You don't need me to tell you that.” Geoff frowned and leaned forward, planting a kiss on Miles’ cheek. This both melted his heart and frustrated him to no end. “I'm sooooorryyyy.”
Why did he have to be the cute, endearing kind of asshole?
“...You're alright. Jerk. Ask your stupid questions, replacement Kyle.” He had to lighten the mood and fast. At least some of this footage had to be useful. He couldn't help but feel like the game was no longer the scariest thing happening to him right now.
“Right! I have plenty!” Geoff sat up, the wicked grin on his face back. “Like… Am I the only guy you've ever actually been with?”
“Well…” Miles broke out into a cold sweat, oh no, he'd have to choose his words carefully, here. He might have been out, but… “No. But you are the first serious relationship.”
“Oh my god, does that mean you've had strictly fucking relationships? Miles, the one who went on a rant about friends with benefits! I don't believe this!” The sick amount of joy in Geoff's voice could have brought tears to Miles’ eyes.
“That's not what I said! We weren't strictly fucking, Jesus. We didn't… that. That did not happen!” Not like Miles didn't want to, but things were a little too complicated to get even more messy. “We tried things out, went on a couple dates, and decided that while we were into… you know, it wouldn't work out with us specifically.”
He prayed Kyle wouldn't watch this one.
Oh god Kyle, don't watch this one.
“Lame! I wanted some dirty stories, not bittersweet ones.” He hummed in thought for a second before grinning again. “Am I the first dude you fucked?”
“Holy fucking shit, you went right into, Geoff. Cool. Great.” Miles sighed and paused the game. Then he dropped his controller, leaning back in his seat. “...No. You aren't.”
The look of surprise and joy on Geoff's face was a little priceless. And Miles realized, resignation in his heart, that this topic was not going to be dropped anytime soon. He turned back to the camera. “So, I guess this is the point in the video where Geoff's one goal is to get tumblr to like me again. So if you're actually here for gameplay and not to hear about my sex life, we'll, uh, give you the time you should skip to. Or you can just keep watching, if you hate yourself.”
“Excuse you, Miles, but I'm giving tumblr everything they want tonight.” Geoff looked like a reporter ready to expose a government secret on national television. Lunagate with Geoffrey Frost. “So we're going to start with the fucking-”
“Something we're not doing after this.” Miles interjected with a laugh. “I have slept with… someone. Nobody here.”
“Are you sure, because as soon as you admitted that, I thought Kerry.” Geoff couldn't contain his excitement. Miles was kind of surprised. It wasn't the norm, for your partner to actually want to hear about your past sex life. But here was Geoff, giddy and ready to listen to Miles and his dirty laundry. Maybe Geoff didn't see it as dirty. Maybe that was kind of a good thing.
“No! Not Kerry! No no, it was a hookup. Completely random. Met a guy at a bar. I see the look and yes, it was a gay bar.” Okay, so maybe this was becoming a little fun. Maybe he was laughing at the exaggerated reactions. “God, you’re the worst.”
“I never said you couldn’t ask me equally invasive questions and I am more than willing to answer anything you throw at me.” Geoff grinned smugly. Because of course he was more than comfortable with talking sex. Of course he wanted to brag a little.
This had Miles interested. Well, if he wasn’t the only person embarrassing himself tonight, suddenly this game was a lot more fun! He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Well then… what about you? Am I your first fuck of the male persuasion?”
“You bet your ass you are.” If anything was going to throw Miles off, it was that.
There was just no fucking way.
There was no way that Geoff hadn’t been with another guy at one point. Was he really all that new to this? It didn’t make any sense to Miles, he was so much better at it than Miles ever was! He was so comfortable with it, too. It took Miles a bit to get used to the little gifts on his desk, the public moments like holding hands and sharing quick kisses around the office. He still crinkled his nose at ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’ and small gestures because he just wasn’t used to it yet. But for Geoff, it was all natural, not once did he seem to even care about who might be watching. Miles couldn’t believe for a second that he was Geoff’s first. “Am I… also the first guy you dated.”
“Yup.”
Okay now what the fuck was going on here, exactly? Miles squinted. “No fucking way.”
Geoff barked out a laugh, shrugging. Like this wasn’t the biggest revelation Miles had heard their entire relationship. “No fucking way! Are you serious? Geoff, you can’t possibly be serious right now.”
“Listen, I’m not into the club scene, I work a lot, I’m a fairly introverted guy! Girls are also easier to get. There’s more girls than gays. It’s not that big a deal, not like I’m already into both anyway or something.” He was so relaxed.
Miles was so shocked and wound up. Conversely.
“But you’re…”
“I swear to god if you say old-”
“Comfortable! You’re so relaxed about it.”
“Well, maybe you just relax me, Miles.” Geoff smiled genuinely and Miles felt his body melt. He didn’t expect that, either. “Maybe I’m just comfortable with it because I’m comfortable with you. And it’s alright if you’re not fully comfortable with it yet, really, I still know you like me. In time, you might calm the fuck down, too. Or you might never, and that’s alright too, because it’s pretty cute, how surprised every kiss still makes you. I’d be alright with that kinda cute forever.”
What a confession. It was no secret Miles was still getting used to all this. Actually, it was nice to hear that Geoff didn’t mind so much. Not only that, but he was surprised that he relaxed Geoff! Or that he was making such declarations in front of… oh. Oh the camera. He didn’t know how long he stared at Geoff, but he became acutely aware of the camera and glanced at it. Shit. Fuck.
“We’re cutting that out. All of that. By the way. If you genuinely thought that was going to stay in there, you’re out of your mind.” Miles leaned in and gave Geoff a kiss, picking up his controller and going back to the game. “OOOOOOO-KAY, well that was a conversation, Geoff, wasn’t it!”
“Ha, sure was, buddy.” Geoff, understanding completely that he had no chance of even fighting the edit-out, went back to dumb commentary while occasionally squeezing Miles’ thigh under the table. He was alright with that. He was very relaxed.
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We Are Young [Redux] [Parental G3/Geovin] [Chapter 3 - Gavin’s First Playdate]
Title: We Are Young [Redux]
Pairing: None/Family G3/Geovin
Rating: K
Genre: Fluff/Family
Words: 1539
Prompt/Summary: [by Unknown] [Original Prompt] Some family cuteness with Gav as Geoff and Griffon’s adopted son :3 Maybe a few cute moments as he grows up and Geoff and Griffon try and make him a Mama/Daddies boy?
A/N: Sorry this chapter was delayed; work is killer right now! ~No One
While Gavin found school enjoyable, he had also found that the routine of getting up early and constantly moving throughout the day was more tiring than he thought. Still, he made sure to go to school excited every day, and he always made sure he was sitting next to Michael. The already-close friends had found themselves in trouble often, but neither of them had seen it as a problem. Until Griffon brought it up to him one night.
“Gavin, I heard from Mrs. Dunkelman that you’re talking in the middle of class,” Griffon brought up. “What’s going on?”
“Uh…” Gavin refused to meet Griffon’s stern stare. “I just… I get so excited when I see Michael at school that I just can’t help but talk, even if I know better! I’m not doing it to be mean, Griffy, I’m just ‘cited to have a friend!”
Griffon nodded carefully. “I’m glad you have a friend, Gavin. I really am. But do you know why it’s a problem that you’re not listening to Mrs. Dunkelman?” Gavin shook his head. “The teacher is trying very hard to help you learn things you’ll need to know later, and if you’re too busy talking to Michael, you’re not listening to what she has to say. That isn’t fair to her, is it, Gavin?”
“No…” Gavin sniffed, and gave Griffon a sad look. “I’m sorry, Griffy…”
“Don’t cry, Gav. We all make mistakes sometimes, and through making those mistakes, we learn how not to do it again.” Griffon smiled warmly. “Now I’ve got a question for you. If I let Michael come over and play tomorrow, can you promise me that you’ll hold off on talking to Michael until it’s appropriate, like during recess and at lunch?”
Gavin’s face immediately lit up, and he nodded, bouncing in place. “That would be top! Yes! I’ll be good forever! Can he really come over, Griffy?”
“Of course, he can. I asked Michael’s mom about it when we were at the meeting, and she would be happy if Michael got to spend some time with you.” The tattooed female smiled at her son’s excitement. “She even said that he could stay for a sleepover. But you need to promise me that you’ll do what I asked, okay?”
“Yeah! I promise!”
“That’s my boy.” Griffon nodded. “Now, let’s get you ready for bed. You’ve got school tomorrow, and then you have a whole weekend to play with Michael.”
“Okay!”
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The next day at school seemed to drag on forever, but Gavin tried his hardest to be quiet during class time so Griffy wouldn’t get upset with him again. He kept to his word and only played with Michael during free time and recess, and by the end of the day, both boys were nearly vibrating with excitement. When the afternoon bus pulled up to Gavin’s house, Michael and Gavin tore out of the bus and towards the house in a full sprint, only to run into Geoff on his way out the door. “Woah, slow down, you two. No running in the house. Right, Gavin?”
“Yeah, sorry!” Gavin giggled. “No running inside, Michael. Let’s go play in the back yard! I’ll show you my camera!” The small Brit lead Michael into the house, tossing his school things on the couch and grabbing the old camera off his nightstand. “It’s old, but Griffy said she’d get me a new one when I learned, uh… I don’t remember the word she used. ‘sponsibility or something.”
“What do you record with it?” Michael looked at the object with interest.
“Geoffy showed me how to use this weird setting on it that records things in like… super slow speed. It looks super cool!”
“Let’s go record some things, then!”
Griffon watched both boys run outside, and a smile spread across her face. Her distracted state allowed Geoff to sneak up behind her, jumping her slightly. “Jesus, Geoff. I didn’t even hear you come in.”
“I don’t think you would have heard a bomb go off unless it involved those kids,” Geoff said with a laugh. “You were in your own world, Griff.” He glanced at the boys in the yard. “He’s growing up fast, isn’t he?”
“Too fast. He’s small right now, but it’ll seem like only a year’s gone by when he’s in high school, getting ready to graduate.” Griffon smiled sadly. “I just want to cherish the trivial things, because he’ll want nothing to do with me in no time. He’s such a good kid, and Michael’s been good for boosting his social skills.”
Geoff nodded his agreement. “I was worried for a while that he wouldn’t make any friends because he’s so quiet when he meets new people. But the next day, all I heard was ‘Michael this’ and ‘Michael that’. Don’t forget ‘Oh, Geoffy! My new friend Michael is so cool!’ He was so proud of himself.”
“As he should be.” Griffon turned away from the door. “Help me cook dinner, won’t you? The boys are bound to come inside soon and insist they’re starving to death.”
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“Griffy! Griffy, look!” Gavin ran up to his mother, shoving the camera in her face. “I made a video of Michael running and made it slow, and it looks cool!”
Taking the camera from the child, she watched the short video and smiled. “Looks great, Gav.” She watched as Michael finally walked inside, hands covered in dirt. “I’m guessing you boys played in the sandbox?”
“We started in the sandbox, Mrs. Ramsey,” Michael started. “But then we just played in the dirt. Gavin tasted some, but he thought it was yucky.”
“Hey! You tasted some, too!” Gavin stuck his tongue out at Michael. “But yeah, he’s right. It was yucky, and I can still taste it.”
Griffon just laughed and shook her head. “I bet you won’t do that again. Gavin, take Michael and get washed up, will you? Dinner will be ready in a minute.”
“Sure. This way, Michael.” Gavin dragged his friend towards the bathroom. “Griffy loves my videos. She said that someday, I can even put them on the net where she puts her chainsaw videos!”
“Mrs. Ramsey uses chainsaws?” Michael’s eyes widened. “That’s so cool! Your parents are awesome!”
“Yeah they are! And Griffy’s cooking is great, too. Come on, Michael. Let’s go before Geoffy eats it all!”
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Gavin sat atop the counter, helping Griffon put clean dishes away while Michael was on the phone with his mother. “Griffy, do you think me and Michael can use the Xbox to play Minecraft before bed? I promise we won’t touch any of Geoffy’s games!”
Griffon raised an eyebrow. “You’re not even supposed to know about his games… But if you stay on Minecraft, I don’t mind. Not for too long, though. I don’t want you two to be overtired tomorrow.”
“Yay! Thanks, Griffy!” Gavin gave her a hug and finished putting the dishes away. After Griffon set him back on the floor, he ran into the living room. “Griffy said we can play Minecraft on the Xbox!”
“Get changed into your pajamas first!” Geoff called.
The two excited boys ran off in separate directions, changing into their pajamas quickly, and bolting back out. Michael wore a pair of Ninja Turtle pj pants and a white t-shirt, and Gavin wore a small pair of basketball shorts and one of Geoff’s old football jerseys.
“’scuse me, Mrs. Ramsey?” Michael held his glasses up to the female. “Can you please hang onto these so I don’t lose them? Mama told me to make sure they were in a safe place.”
Griffon nodded and took the delicate frames. “Of course. And you’re welcome to call me Griffon or Griffy if you want, sweetie.” She heard Gavin call for Michael and laughed. “Go on, now. Gavin’s waiting for you.”
“Thanks, Mrs- Uh, Griffy!” Michael giggled and ran into the living room, plopping down on the floor next to Gavin.
Griffon took a seat on the couch, halfheartedly reading a book as she watched the boys interact. She laughed as they learned how to build a house, and as they had to keep rebuilding because of the creepers. Shortly after she stopped paying attention to her book, she noticed that the boys had fallen asleep in the middle of playing, laying belly-first on the floor with controllers loose in their hands. “Geoff,” she called quietly. “Come and help me get the boys into bed.”
Geoff wandered into the living room and chuckled, snapping a picture of the sleeping boys with his phone before picking Michael up, headed for Gavin’s bedroom. “I’m not surprised that they’re exhausted. They’ve been running around nonstop since they got home, and it’s way past their bedtime.”
“It was Gavin’s first sleepover. I wasn’t going to make him go to bed early.” Griffon used her foot to roll out the tuck-away bed under Gavin’s bed once the toddler was laid down, allowing Geoff to lay Michael down. “My poor, tired boys.” After making sure both boys were tucked in, she shoed Geoff out of the room. “Good night, Gavin. Good night, Michael. Sweet dreams.” She then turned on the night light in the corner and closed the door.
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