[ Gwaine in his past life was a Knight of Camelot. Cheerful and flippant, problems with authority and a bit of a vendetta against nobles, not always the sharpest crayon in the box, and rather prone to drinking. And to taking a sword-first, ask-later approach to most big issues in life. But ultimately kind-hearted and friendly, and as reliable a friend as one could ever hope for.
Gavin Lloyd, current resident man of construction, is a bit less mature than Gwaine got 'round to being, and a lot more reckless with himself on the whole. Might rate it as a 'hot mess' tier of troublemaking. Still loves a pub and a friendly conversation, though. Left home about as early as he could feasibly manage it and hasn't looked back since- hasn't particularly wanted to, actually. Once he made it out of town, suddenly it was all he could do to keep moving for a while. Like looking for something before he could figure it for what it was. Made for a fun few years, anyway. He's come to something of a rolling stop here lately- come on, what's not to stick around for? Seems like something new and strange is happening every week, and that's beautiful. ((idk I am awful at this IF SOMETHING MAKES NOT ENOUGH SENSE YOU CAN KICK ME There is sort of an app in progress here but alsjdf it is basically full of ridiculous outlining dumb stuff. anyway: ))
PARK.
Dude, gotta love the park. Gavin surely does. Sometimes in more of a relax and people-watch capacity, but occasionally (like today) in more a manner that involves shouting "heads up!" and tossing a frisbee at the first person to establish visual contact with him.
Theoretically, it seems like a great way to meet someone new. In practice, it's at least a lot of fun to try.
OBLIGATORY BAR SCENARIO.
Drinking quietly! Or possibly betting on something! Possibly meeting at the urinal? Or could it be there's a huge scrap happening inside and some completely innocent upstanding fella has been thrown out onto the sidewalk? Really, anything goes. Come have nothin' but a good time.
SO A PLANT IS TRYING TO EAT US WHILE SOMETHING PLAYS UNFITTING SAXOPHONE MUSIC?
As listed in potential Here On Business promptings. Jesus, but he never took to gardening or band music. Is it kosher to be tearing leaves off of this thing, or is that some sort of groin-kicking equivalent he's never thought about-? Will that monstrosity ever silence itself?
Man, fuck it, if it's trying to swallow him, he's fighting dirty. If he could just get to his lighter-- ]
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Gavin Lloyd, current resident man of construction, is a bit less mature than Gwaine got 'round to being, and a lot more reckless with himself on the whole. Might rate it as a 'hot mess' tier of troublemaking. Still loves a pub and a friendly conversation, though. Left home about as early as he could feasibly manage it and hasn't looked back since- hasn't particularly wanted to, actually. Once he made it out of town, suddenly it was all he could do to keep moving for a while. Like looking for something before he could figure it for what it was. Made for a fun few years, anyway. He's come to something of a rolling stop here lately- come on, what's not to stick around for? Seems like something new and strange is happening every week, and that's beautiful. ((idk I am awful at this IF SOMETHING MAKES NOT ENOUGH SENSE YOU CAN KICK ME There is sort of an app in progress here but alsjdf it is basically full of ridiculous outlining dumb stuff. anyway: ))
PARK.
Dude, gotta love the park. Gavin surely does. Sometimes in more of a relax and people-watch capacity, but occasionally (like today) in more a manner that involves shouting "heads up!" and tossing a frisbee at the first person to establish visual contact with him.
Theoretically, it seems like a great way to meet someone new. In practice, it's at least a lot of fun to try.
OBLIGATORY BAR SCENARIO.
Drinking quietly! Or possibly betting on something! Possibly meeting at the urinal? Or could it be there's a huge scrap happening inside and some completely innocent upstanding fella has been thrown out onto the sidewalk? Really, anything goes. Come have nothin' but a good time.
SO A PLANT IS TRYING TO EAT US WHILE SOMETHING PLAYS UNFITTING SAXOPHONE MUSIC?
As listed in potential Here On Business promptings. Jesus, but he never took to gardening or band music. Is it kosher to be tearing leaves off of this thing, or is that some sort of groin-kicking equivalent he's never thought about-? Will that monstrosity ever silence itself?
Man, fuck it, if it's trying to swallow him, he's fighting dirty. If he could just get to his lighter-- ]
How we holding up?