[few of the boys kavinsky wanted before used to blush for him. mostly because he was a bastard. also because he liked bastards. some were worse than he had been, and some better, as far as malicious harm to others went. but they had all been better than him about hurting the people they actually fucking liked.]
Sheba's d. [cheap joke.] Bet it's blue too. [cheaper joke. he winks at kurt, recovering admirably from the discomfiture from minutes before. this is fine. he remembers how to have friends. sort of. mostly.]
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Sheba's d. [cheap joke.] Bet it's blue too. [cheaper joke. he winks at kurt, recovering admirably from the discomfiture from minutes before. this is fine. he remembers how to have friends. sort of. mostly.]
Okay, baby. See you on the streets.