A collection of oneshots and drabbles based on the wonderful game Detroit: Become Human
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It was sunny and warm, cloudless for once and Gavin hated it. He hated the sun, the hot, he missed the downpour that had seemed endless but finally came to a close overnight, and so he had come into work even though his brother was already in, opting to hand out with him instead of deal with the sunlight and the people it would bring out. As of now, Gavin was slumped in a dark red velvet chair, a random book in his hands that he didn't even know the title of. It had just been within arms reach, and when the library-resident cat, Mochi, had gotten tired of his pets and shredded his hand before breaking free and fleeing away, his boredom had gotten the best of him. The library was dead today, the few customers being taken care of by Elijah, which left Gavin to his own devices and thoughts, which he often hated. A little chime rang somewhere far away.
"Hey, welcome," Elijah's voice soon followed, and then that of the customer. Someone was here, someone for Elijah to deal with so that Gavin could continue to peacefully soak in the air conditioning. "Yeah, right this way." Elijah's voice grew louder, and then he was turning the corner and appearing into view, his ice blue eyes flicking over to Gavin and then rolling at the sight of him basically laying down in the chair. "Don't mind him, he's miserable because of the sun." Behind Elijah was the customer, with bright eyes and a dashing smile, the prettiest face Gavin thinks he has ever seen. When your gaze lands on him, he feels heat rise to his face and not because of the temperature.
"Oh, it's fine," You smile a toothy grin, holding out a reassuring hand in Gavin's direction, but it does the opposite of its intent and instead spurs him into scrambling upright once more, "I absolutely relate. I'm so pissed that the rain stopped." Gavin smiles back like a goof, feeling how stupid he must look and he wishes he could find the words but the way your smile made his heart stutter stole the breath from his lungs. Elijah had always been a fantastic wingman, and today was no exception.
"Come on, it'll be over here." He led you away towards the back of the store where old medical tomes were held, packed with anatomical know-how and stuff about all sorts of illnesses, both mental and physical. Gavin watched you go, and then felt like a creep for doing so. He swiped his book once more from where he had dropped it on his lap, and cursed to himself- he had lost his goddamn page. Whatever, he thinks, he doesn't mind reading it again. As he starts back from chapter one, his annoyance brushed away by the odd fluttering in his stomach, he keeps one eye open for your return and finds himself feeling bummed when you return to the exit from the other side of the store, out of his view. He brushes off the encounter, at least for now.
