#obligatory mun loves u both but gavin is done playing around fkdjgdfgdfg

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Gavin, all things considered, had a pretty generous fuse. He'd grouch and complain and be just about the most sour of sour fucks in the room. But, he could be patient. He had to be because impatience typically spelled trouble unless you were lucky enough to have someone there to reel it in for you.

He had a generous fuse and a patient enough demeanor when playing with others but that generosity had its limit, his fuse wasn't endless and there was only so much disrespect and punches he could roll with before he started throwing them back.

The man sniffs once, eyes cast down for the table he braces against. It's a sort of calm before the storm look, a receding into one's own mind to really hash out just how far he was going to take what he was about to say. Seemingly having reached a conclusion with himself, he lifts his head to look at her across the table.

❝ You want to be a brat? A child? You're what? God, can't be less than thirty to manage a contract like this. But, fine...❞ and he lifts his hand in a sort of surrendering gesture briefly before gesturing for the door. ❝ There's the door. ❞ and he rounds the table on her. It's not quick but it's deliberate. His goal isn't to intimidate but it's to very clearly make himself known. He doesn't crowd her completely but it's enough that he can lower his voice and still be heard.

❝ Because let me tell you-— the number of mistakes I allow in my presence out on that field when my ass and my job and my reputation is on the line is still somehow lower than whatever piss poor, pathetic wordcount they'd struggle to slap on your obituary when you don't come back because you wanted to fuck around and waste time. ❞ he holds her gaze for a beat before reaching a hand to pointedly drag a folder to rest in front of her. He draws back and back peddles back to his spot.

❝ Either fall in line with the rest of us and play nice like fuckin' adults or walk out that door. Do we copy, miss seahorse? ❞

Amelia didn't have to look at him to see he was getting frustrated. A blind person could see it. Not that he was hiding it well, or at all. She wasn't looking at him though, gaze fixated on the scary-looking fish on the screen. Amelia could hear it in his voice, feel it in the tension in the air around him. She seemed apathetic to his rising annoyance. Either that, or she was ignorant to being the cause.

Which was most certainly not the case.

If she'd had a choice, Amelia would not be here, wasting a perfectly good afternoon with sour company. She preferred to work alone. It was better that way, safer. The only person she could trust was herself, so why risk letting someone close enough to drive a knife in your back ? However, exceptions sometimes needed to be made. Regardless of how sour the company may be.

It was better to know who you were working with, so before she worked with him, Amelia was getting to know him. She preferred to act, to move, but there was so much you could learn by simply watching. So, she added some friction and then observed.

❝ I couldn't tell ya ! ❞ She answers, pocketing her phone before putting her elbows on the table. ❝ Never been to a biology class ! ❞ Chin rests in her palm and, despite his impatient gesture, she makes no move to touch the folders. It's physically difficult for Amelia to maintain the innocence of her unassuming smile.

❝ You're pretty bossy. Say please. ❞