Gavin poked at what little crumbs of food remained on the table, a pensive expression on his face. "Well, that went well..." [i]No idea how long I was here for, but was it really long enough that they're just going to leave? Hang on, Mira did say something that sounded logical...Ugh, I'll figure it out later.[/i Gavin's eyes narrowed a little bit and he stood abruptly. [i]I didn't even eat anything. They can cover the check,[/i] he rationalized, trying to ignore the tiny worm of guilt that settled in his stomach. Huffing a bit, he turned, grabbing up the steel skateboard and narrowing it out, reshaping it into a large metal claymore, leaving aside a bit of steel, which he shaped into a chainmail backstrap. Slinging the claymore into the strap, he walked off, in no particular hurry [i]Let's just see how far I can get without getting arrested for having this on my back...[/i]

Surprisingly, there was no arrest made. There were some funny looks, to be sure, but he made it back to the apartment complex with no major incident. Turning his doorknob, he sighed. Locked. 

His bracelet flowed down his arm and across his hand, slipping into the lock and molding into the perfect shape of the key. Twisting the metal, he heard a [i]click[/i] as the door unlocked, then retrieved his metal and walked into the room as it returned to its usual shape on his wrist. He turned, not seeing Sylvia, then walked into the bedroom. She was there, gripping the pillow in the most adorable fashion he had ever seen, like it was a precious jewel. He smiled in spite of the single tear dripping down her face, muttering softly: "You don't have to be tough [i]all[/i] the time." Turning towards the couch, he threw a "'Night." back over his shoulder before the door quietly clicked closed. Settling on the couch, he breathed deeply, settling quickly into sleep.