Gavin was taking his time stuffing the last of his belongings in his bag. He'd accumulated a lot of stuff over the years he'd been here and he'd really had to shove things tight to make them all fit. They did fit though and he sighed each time he managed to fit something in his bags.

He was ready to go back though. It was time.

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Gavin's taken up a spot on his bed, notebook resting on his knee and pen scribbling away. He knows these communications won't ever get to Wedge but he wanted to get his good mood down on paper.

Of course, as these things do, most of his writing has turned into doodles and doodles turned into giant scenes of dorkiness.

It happens.

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When Gavin got back from workshops and started to pack for the weekend trip, he played his messages without really thinking about it.

Of course, upon hearing the message, he nearly passed out. That couldn't go without being returned. The next time his phone rang, it wasn't so much as pass out worthy but more 'what the kriff' worthy. He called ( Read more... )