Sweet. I'm in constant need of fucking healing. [kavinsky spreads his hands.] Just-- nah you're right. Not right now. This is just kinda how I look, man. [his big hollow eyes crinkle up, soullessly amused-- at his own expense, for once. but he's less prickly and unpleasant when he's high, these days. he leans back on his feet, as if zooming out slightly through a physical move is going to help him understand what he's looking at with her.] Speaking of.
[he juts his chin at her head. it's not the most polite thing a young man could do.]
What's with the horns?
[nor that, the most polite thing a young man could say.]
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Sweet. I'm in constant need of fucking healing. [kavinsky spreads his hands.] Just-- nah you're right. Not right now. This is just kinda how I look, man. [his big hollow eyes crinkle up, soullessly amused-- at his own expense, for once. but he's less prickly and unpleasant when he's high, these days. he leans back on his feet, as if zooming out slightly through a physical move is going to help him understand what he's looking at with her.] Speaking of.
[he juts his chin at her head. it's not the most polite thing a young man could do.]
What's with the horns?
[nor that, the most polite thing a young man could say.]