[accidentally taking out your feelings on something that cries out in pain in response. that sounds familiar. kavinsky glances at the eevee for a moment, his lip curling, going still. relaxing again, out of a sneer. but he just drinks his drink instead of answering immediately, allowing her time to talk, to think, to bridge the gaps between those two activities with uneven silences and gestures involving animals.]

You know, cheated makes it sound like some part of your li'l head fucked up and started thinking there was a promise in there. [he leans forward, stoops down. reaches with his free hand to start peeling off his shoes, make himself comfortable on this hard-won couch. thump, thump. soon they will have an army of roombas to take care of the floor, no worries on hygiene. (kavinsky's never quite worried enough about hygiene.)] Which was a'ight in Eudio, but shit, woman. It sounds like you did fuck for negotiation there too.

I knew a girl who asked to get her prince's hand in fucking marriage when she went home. You made a bad deal, sweetheart. When we get back there, you gotta get that shit sorted. If you know what you want, you gotta go after it. You get me? Only promises you can make are the ones you fucking owe yourself. [he jabs her in the leg with his forefinger. it's cold, a little, from the icy glass.]

Get your ovaries out.