I didn't want to ruin your shit when you came back from homeworld, [kavinsky is hunching over his blood drink and eyeing her closely, talking loud enough to be heard over the pulsing music of the halloween party.] But don't think I didn't fucking notice. [he glances over his shoulder just briefly. these days, he has no trouble with seeing in darkness. he can state with some confidence that jace isn't in earshot.] Who the fuck is blondie?

And who did his Goddamn lip implants? Shit. [kavinsky's one to talk, with his big poofy mouth that once upon a canon, ronan made weird internal comments about. but it makes weird freudian sense for an adoptive 'dad' to hate on his baby girl's boyfriend for sharing similar traits. only nobody point that out. besides, he's joking. right? he's probably joking. this whole thing is-- kind of like joking; it's not like he really thinks he managed to single-handedly bring clary out of a womb and into this world. probably.]

I think it's a little fucking early for matching costumes, Fray. You don't want to give him the wrong idea. Men are shitlords. Straight up.