[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.

Comments

[salvatore_underfoot]

"Um, sure..." Confused, Sal does as he's bid, waiting at the door and hoping Gavin won't take too long. He's not a patient man. In fact, it only takes three seconds before he puffs his cheeks and starts rocking on his heels.

He looks up sharply when he hears the shouting, and feels even more confused as Gavin snags his sleeve. No questioning. He doesn't even look back as he breaks into a run. "Is this a habit of yours?"

[slipshot]

"I will neither confirm nor deny this," Gavin says with a breathless laugh as he streaks around the corner, still holding on to Salvatore's sleeve, and skids down the steps out into the garden, before pulling him into an alcove to hide up against a pillar. Luckily for the both of them - the Cook, too used to Gavin's antics - has given up the chase and gone back to grumbling in the kitchen.

Peeking out to make sure it was safe, Gavin grinned and handed Salvatore his piece of cheese.

[salvatore_underfoot]

Sal keeps up as best he can with his sleeve captured, nearly tripping down the steps, but not, and they can both thank the Maker for that. "I think actions speak for themselves."

He takes the cheese with a nod of thanks, breathing hard and laughing. "This wasn't the walk I was expecting. But far more exciting."