“Wh-” No, never mind, it was better not to ask Joshua Yaxley questions.
Joshua was a peculiar sort of man and Gavin didn’t want to find out how and why he carried Gavin’s observations on being a Scorpio. Those were intended for his own files.
“It’s nice to keep track of yourself,” Gavin muttered, wiping his charcoal-covered fingers on the front of his robes. His eyes trailed up to Joshua’s face and he found himself briefly nostalgic for a time that no longer mattered. They shared a budding friendship way back when but now things were different.
Gavin’s face paled as another familiar slip of parchment was pulled from the deep pockets of Josh’s attire.
The mother fucking, ride her ‘til she’s raw, list of embarrassing questions. His pulse beat in his throat from embarrassment. The parchment was a survey he intended to send out anonymously, to gather information on others, because one could really never be too careful in a war, could they? Had Joshua accidentally received one?
He’d forgotten to disguise his own handwriting.
“What in god’s name are you doing with that?” Gavin gasped, robbing the list from Josh’s hands. “Unbelievable.”
Gavin shoved it deep into his own pocket to hide away.
“--second time you brought up feederism, mate. Are you sure you’re not the one with the fixation?” Gavin asked. “I looked it up, by the way. Truly sick, fascinating thing that is.”
Gavin carefully folded his drawing, tucking it away so as not to smudge it.
“Fuck this,” Gavin spat harshly. “We’re going out. I can’t look at the same four walls anymore.”
