Maybe more than a Machine (Gavin x rk900)

Meow~

An: so I might start calling Rk900 nines, or something idk just a heads up if I do

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Rk900's POV
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Gavin sighed, and looked over at me. Lips slightly raised in a scowl.

"Hmm?" I hummed.

He groaned, before going to get up.

I grabbed the back of his jacket, pulling him back to the ground.

"Oi!" He yelped.

"Relax for a second longer. I didn't fucking drive thirty, forty, minutes so you could sit here for two seconds." I replied.

Gavin huffed, and awkwardly laid down next to me. I continued to hold onto his jacket.

"Okay, it's been a second. Now let go of me, you plastic prick." Gavin growled.

I let go.

He bolted up and created space.

Though, he continued to just sit. He didn't get up and try to go back to the car.

Gavin caught my gaze.
He just blushed and looked away.

I sat up, and inches closer. Gavin moved away.

"Don't try anything you analogue console." He said quietly.

I chuckled, and just laid back down. Closing my eyes.

Gavin seemed to enjoy the view off of the mountain again. Going silent.

After a while, and I'm talking a while, I opened my eyes.

Gavin had his closed, head resting in his arms which rested on his knees. His breathing was even. And he had actually managed to fall asleep.

I chuckled, and sat up. Gently rubbing his back.

He jolted, and looked over at me.

"Wanna go?" I asked, hand still on my back.

He nodded, and pushed me away.

I helped him up and we walked back to the car.

Gavin got in in the back and laid down.

I would've scolded him on buckling up, but I'd rather give him a first hand example on why he should've. Instead of just laying down.

I began to drive, but purposely stopped short.

There was a loud thud and Gavin fell into the foot space in the back.

He jumped up and climbed into the front. Punching me hard in the arm before sitting down.

"Seatbelt, flesh bag." I said casually.

He groaned and did it.
"Tin-can."

I chuckled darkly and drove back into town.