Bitch, we got blood drinks here too you know, [kavinsky says, turning to look at mika. their first encounter on the internet hadn't gone incredibly well— if you ask anyone besides kavinsky himself. in his opinion, it'd gone fine. mika is probably still searching for his person with the confusing foreign name, and in the meantime

in the meantime, kavinsky's going to rib him about how gay that is, and probably help him acquire some blood. generously, he pushes his own cocktail over. it's mostly synthetic red, but there's a dash of magic too, a vampire version of the blacklight. sourer than the typical taste of blood.] Check it. How's it hanging, sweetheart? Still longing for puberty and that 'Yuu' guy?