Gavin didn't know why he was here. He didn't need new clothes. And he certainly didn't need girl clothes.

Besides, the last time he'd been in a clothing store, there had been trauma.

"What do you need again?" Gavin asked John.

[For the former cookie and former bunneh.]

After the events of the weekend, Gavin thought it wise to lay low for a few days so he didn't have to be reminded of that damn lap dance. Because, really, that'd been scary.

The door was partially open and Gavin was sprawled across his bed and tossing a ball up in the air. So far, he hadn't dropped it once.

Skills.

[Open!]