[kavinsky hunts across the screen with his eyes. despite how dark his irises are, there is something bright, almost manic about his stare as he looks, greedy for information. for answers. hot off the fucking apocalypse, death and chaos the last thing he remembers of that world and its quiet cobblestones and fat pigeons. the first and only place where he'd ever had any real sense of security, and saw it fucking shattered.
he stares at the black stone. the lines of light and letters weaving through the air above it, projected out to illustrate. a tranquil shade of green in the cool dark.
and all of a sudden, he feels
angry. heat swamping up under his shirt, flooding his fucking skull like lava dumped itself into his veins.] FUCK! [by now, axel expects his grandson to be real extra, but this is probably more extra than before. a different kind of extra. it is, frankly, a ronan sort of extra. kavinsky abruptly kicks the stone down below, hard enough it has to hurt. punches the screen the next instant-- hard enough that the copper scent of blood hits the air. split knuckles.] Stupid fuck cunting piece of shit tech--
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he stares at the black stone. the lines of light and letters weaving through the air above it, projected out to illustrate. a tranquil shade of green in the cool dark.
and all of a sudden, he feels
angry. heat swamping up under his shirt, flooding his fucking skull like lava dumped itself into his veins.] FUCK! [by now, axel expects his grandson to be real extra, but this is probably more extra than before. a different kind of extra. it is, frankly, a ronan sort of extra. kavinsky abruptly kicks the stone down below, hard enough it has to hurt. punches the screen the next instant-- hard enough that the copper scent of blood hits the air. split knuckles.] Stupid fuck cunting piece of shit tech--