[OPEN]

[slipshot]

WHO: Gavin, Peter, and OPEN~
WHAT: Peter is trying to teach Gavin to read, and Gavin is getting distracted by literally everything, and everyone.
WHEN: A few times, as the lessons are semi-regular, in the days following the wake.
WHERE: in the weird little library in the basement
NOTES: Ridiculous hijinks



He was doing his best. He really was. But Gavin had the attention span of a goldfish, and trying to sit still for long periods focusing on something he found difficult was worse.

He'd never really figured out how to read. Every time he tried the runes would seem to move around on their own, or flip over, and it was extremely frustrating. Peter, however, was absolutely determined that Gavin should learn to read properly and stop defacing the community bulletin boards with his scribbled drawings.

They'd managed to scramble a few books together for the purpose, and some sheets of parchment, and Gavin was working on drawing a surprisingly well rendered butt as Peter was pulling out the next text to start with.

As soon as Gavin happened to see anyone wandering by, he called out and waved them over.

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[dreadinquisitor]

Maxwell's hand was still up over his mouth, though less to hide a grin then, than a blush, creeping up from his throat. He knew Gavin exaggerated and likely talked about all the subjects of his stories that way, but he couldn't help the way his chest warmed.

Then Gavin stumbled, and flushed, and Maxwell's heart squeezing under his ribs. Foolishly, but helplessly.

"I don't recall any doves," Maxwell said, clearing his throat. "But there was a horse."

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"There was a horse," Gavin agreed with a nod. "And then we went and shot a bunch of people in the tourney and it was very fun," he finished up quickly, too embarrassed now to actually finish the story as he'd been telling it.

"The point is - Wait, what was my point..."