Gavin Clayborne ▌ Race - Human ▌ Mood - Sleepy ▌ Age - Seventeen ▌ Status - Everyones ▌ Gavin woke up the next morning in bed, with a girl latched onto his arm. No, this isn't what it looks like. He's only seventeen, so that would be wrong, of course. Right... That's what you get though when you're the number one requested (well only actually) guy in the Midnight Host Club, and the girl who rented you out for the evening refused to go home or return you and you just had to make due with going to sleep with her next to you, clinging to you so that you couldn't escape.
He sat up and unlinked his arm from hers and rubbed a hand through his hair. Man, he had a headache. The girl could just find her own way home. She'd put two and two together when she woke up and he wasn't there. He, however, had things to do, and couldn't afford to sleep in. He needed coffee, then he had to go and open up the club so that he could get his hours in before going to school. He sighed and slid out from under the covers.
"And here we go again," he mumbled.
(OOC: Exit to the Host Club) 
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