All right. Okay, okay. [effusive and crazy as he is, kavinsky is as susceptible to muscular fatigue as anyone. actually, technically, he's more susceptible than most because he's built like a string bean— he just has enough hyperactive, manic, troubled young man energy to keep him going long after he should have collapsed in pain. he just tends to collapse in even more pain, at a later time than most would.
he flings himself down on the couch now. his daemon pads over, wagging her tail, looking at him with uncertainty if he's going to be nice or not. he ignores her, so she crawls up on the cushion next to him, curling her big furry body up next to his leg.] Holy fucking God.
Thank her holy cunt the AC is working. [he flaps his hand at himself. then immediately reaches to grab the remote control that was lying on the floor, points it at the gigantic plasma tv he'd already dreamt for them, though it's merely sitting on the floor in absence of supporting furniture. he hits the power button and the screen goes on. he makes big eyes at her.] Can you get me water?
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he flings himself down on the couch now. his daemon pads over, wagging her tail, looking at him with uncertainty if he's going to be nice or not. he ignores her, so she crawls up on the cushion next to him, curling her big furry body up next to his leg.] Holy fucking God.
Thank her holy cunt the AC is working. [he flaps his hand at himself. then immediately reaches to grab the remote control that was lying on the floor, points it at the gigantic plasma tv he'd already dreamt for them, though it's merely sitting on the floor in absence of supporting furniture. he hits the power button and the screen goes on. he makes big eyes at her.] Can you get me water?