[it's a long day before there's any response from kavinsky. she's probably even seen him around the temple, talking or arguing with people, alleviating his boredom by zipping around the stone corridors and glowy tech with vampire speed. being a monster hasn't gotten old for him yet. nor has heartbreak and shittiness and gay drama. his silence is hard to interpret; maybe he simply hadn't opened her memory yet.
but the storm doesn't stop. they're still cooped up in the temple, some people thinking of braving the weather and going on home as it gets more crowded. and in the hubbub and waiting, kavinsky's text finally comes through.]
so that wuz kind fo fucked i mean hes old and not as hot as i thought would b ur type but also other kinds of fucked
daemon: moonshined
but the storm doesn't stop. they're still cooped up in the temple, some people thinking of braving the weather and going on home as it gets more crowded. and in the hubbub and waiting, kavinsky's text finally comes through.]
so that wuz kind fo fucked
i mean hes old and not as hot as i thought would b ur type but also other kinds of fucked
[for once, not an actual sex joke.]