[it's always a little bit fractious and/or irritating, when murphy brings up his sordid past. it was so edgy. kavinsky got people killed, got himself killed, burned down half a dozen lives and left marks on the psyche of far more than that, but he will never be able to drop 'cannibalism' casually in a conversation and
well he feels a little upstaged sometimes. because he's an asshole. but he also tightens his arms around murphy and turns his assholery into something familiarly flirtatious, like,] Why, you jealous of Tequila? [tighter and tighter, til murphy can feel the low pinch of tension in the bottom of his ribcage and his tummy, an affectionate bearhug. there's no way for the boy to know that this is but a fraction of kavinsky's strength.] You wanna be my best friend, Smurfy? We could live in mushrooms right next to each other.
And I got an opening.
[mostly, he wants to feel murphy struggle a little. fight his way free. he's always thought that was fun, but it's better now that he can smell the heat pounding under the boy's skin, percussively thickest in his neck.]
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well he feels a little upstaged sometimes. because he's an asshole. but he also tightens his arms around murphy and turns his assholery into something familiarly flirtatious, like,] Why, you jealous of Tequila? [tighter and tighter, til murphy can feel the low pinch of tension in the bottom of his ribcage and his tummy, an affectionate bearhug. there's no way for the boy to know that this is but a fraction of kavinsky's strength.] You wanna be my best friend, Smurfy? We could live in mushrooms right next to each other.
And I got an opening.
[mostly, he wants to feel murphy struggle a little. fight his way free. he's always thought that was fun, but it's better now that he can smell the heat pounding under the boy's skin, percussively thickest in his neck.]