#3sent fic

[danbgruchy]

Danvin; masquerade au :)

"Ya know, if you're gonna kiss someone and run off like a little bitch, you should probably like, change your mask to something that isn't painted like England's flag," Michael beamed, sliding down beside the other at the bar.

"Sorry, love, got a bit antsy and kinda bolted, didn't think it'd really matter if I stayed, I mean, for all you know, I could be hideous," Gavin backpedaled, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. 

Michael shrugged, sliding his mask up and off, and putting on his best smile for the other, "Nah, you've got that entire accent thing going for ya, I think we'll be alright here."

[danbgruchy]

Mavin, The Hunger Games AU. c:

"Not gonna lie, pretty mad nobody will sponser us," Gavin drawled, eyes wandering to where Michael was picking out the thorns from his side.

"You can only kill so many people and fall into so many of Ray’s rose-bush traps before somebody sends you a care package, just wait," Michael berated.

Gavin’s, “Dunno, if it means you’re going to ask me to pull my pants down just to get out a thorn, may have to keep this up,” was almost worth the staggering pain of Michael pushing back in a thorn.