Thirium Heart//Reed900

Chapter 13

(holy shit guys!!!! We're at over 10k reeds!! I didn't plan for this book to get so big, or to make friends because of it! (Y'all know who you are, my WattSquad) I really do appreciate every single comment and vote, and I do my best to reply. I am so sorry that I haven't been updating any of my books lately, but big things are in store, I swear. I had a Christmas chapter planned but I'm going to push it back to Valentine's Day because scheduling. Happy Holidays!)

CONAN'S P.O.V.

  I woke up at about 2 pm Sunday morning. Gavin and I usually worked on Sundays, so I scrambled out of bed and pulled on my work pants. I hastily buttoned up my work shirt which Gavin lovingly called "the neck brace." As I was buttoning up the buttons around my chest, my fingers brushed against a sticky-note that had apparently had been stuck there without me knowing.  It read: 'Hey, kiddo, turns out it's your day off today. Gavin wants to hang out at his house. Be back by midnight. Love, Dad.'

   I calmed down a bit and removed the note from my chest. I rebuttoned my shirt correctly. I put my pants on correctly and properly sized my belt. I peacefully put on my shoes and jacket, which I had finally gotten back from Gavin. I made sure I had my house key and that all the lights were off before locking up the house.  I walked to Gavin's house fairly quickly, my synthetic breath visible in front of me. The walk to his house was short.     

  "Detective Reed?" I said knocking quite loudly on the door. No response. I waited a few more minutes before knocking again. "Detective Reed!" I said with more urgency. There was still no reply. I knew that Gavin had alcoholic tendencies, and I was worried that he might have drunk himself into an alcohol-induced coma. I tried one last time. "Gavin!" I yelled. I waited a full ten minutes before trying the door handle. The door was locked. There were intense warning messages flashing in my line of vision. I slammed my shoulder into his door, breaking the lock and throwing me into his home. Then, I could see why he wasn't answering the door.

   Gavin was sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but neon pink Hello Kitty boxers and a grey blanket around his shoulders that covered most of his chest. He was sitting hunched over a bowl of cereal, shoveling it into his mouth greedily. There was milk running down his chin. Beads of it were caught in his beard. 

    "Dipshit, it's not what it looks like," He said, frozen in his position. He blushed intensely. Then, he dropped the cereal bowl on the floor, spilling milk and Cheerios all over the floor. He quickly got up and made sure his blanket was securely wrapped around him. "T-tina bought them for me," He mumbled before shamefully walking to his room to change. That left me with the cereal and Gavin's cats. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some paper towels. When I went back into the living room, there were four cats licking at the mess. I scooted a tiny, fluffy, pure white cat out of the way, thinking it would move easily.  

   It did not move easily. When I reached out my hand to move it, the cat hissed and spat at me. I tentatively picked it up to move it and it swiped its claws at me, opening up a small gash on the back of my hand. I tossed it onto the couch, and it scampered away somewhere. I kind of gently pushed the other cats, and the moved so they were still licking it, but I could get to the milk. I mopped it and cereal. I threw the dripping paper towels in the trash and then went back to the cats. They were all very friendly, and it's a shame that I only had two hands to pet the three cats. All of them, (besides the cat that attacked me,) piled into my lap, shoving their faces into my hands, begging for attention. 

     "RA9, does Gavin pay any attention to you guys at all?" I joked to the cats. I calculated exactly where each cat liked to be pet and scratched them there. The cats went wild, meowing loudly with pleasure. 

    "Of course I do, dipshit." Gavin sat down next to me and helped with my crusade to pet all the cats. "They're just little attention whores. Sorry about leaving you alone with them."