Fuck the plan, man
I'm tryna call an audible
Probable lost cause
But I got a thing for long shots
Yes, yes, naysayers got the wrong job
Best bet when you think they got the wrong odds
And I've done some living in a glass house
High note blew the motherfucking walls off
I'M DOIN A WIP WEDNESDAY BECAUSE I ACTUALLY HAVE A WIP TO SHARE :D
Here's a lil' sneaky peaky for the DAMN Fam road trip fic 🤭
Freelancer did a mock salute at Damien before going around with Huxley to get in on the other side of the car. Gavin, however, had beat them there, and slid in beside a certain air elemental.
“Hi, Lasko,” he purred.
Lasko startled a little, “o-oh! Hi- h-hi- hi. Hi, Gavin.” He laughed.
“No! No.” Damien scolded, glaring at Gavin through the rear-view mirror, “Gavin, out. Freelancer is sitting next to Lasko, you’re sitting behind Huxley.”
Gavin smirked with a teasing tone, “aw, come on Damien. Am I not allowed the gift of being sandwiched between my two favorite empowered humans?”
“No, you are not, and that is exactly why.”
“S-sorry, Gavin…” Lasko explained, “Damien made a seating chart.”