[does this town have arcades? movies? kavinsky tries to remember the last movie he saw, and it was something sappy and ludicrous in eudio. he tries to remember the last arcade he went to, and he's fairly sure it was earlier than that, when he was young and not quite yet turned off by the wholesome notion of kids playing games together that didn't involve inflicting pain on one another. trespasses large and small.]
Cool.
[it is, actually. kind of... cool. getting a piece of eudio back. one of the good pieces, before or after the broken heart, the grief, the knowledge that even in a perfect world he couldn't find someone to be happy with. but it's a good piece to have. kavinsky stares at him for a moment longer, his hollow eyes blank from thought. then, on impulse, he leans over and blows a raspberry on his cheek, the perennial pout of kavinsky's mouth reverberating fondly.]
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Cool.
[it is, actually. kind of... cool. getting a piece of eudio back. one of the good pieces, before or after the broken heart, the grief, the knowledge that even in a perfect world he couldn't find someone to be happy with. but it's a good piece to have. kavinsky stares at him for a moment longer, his hollow eyes blank from thought. then, on impulse, he leans over and blows a raspberry on his cheek, the perennial pout of kavinsky's mouth reverberating fondly.]
I'll call you. The fuck is your daemon's name?