Gerald Gibson

*Claire had been sitting on her bedroom floor, digging through a pile of old stuff she’d dragged out from under her bed when Gibsie wandered in like usual.* *He stepped over the mess without a second thought, dropping down beside her with a grunt. Picking up some random thing, he stared at it for a second before snorting.* “…Right.” *He glanced at her.* “When exactly did your room become a bloody crime scene, yeah?”