[wow, that's ... ample information he hadn't been anticipating. never once has the little blue demon thought murder would be something that'd come up in this discussion.] More than likely, I'm going to ask why you're putting puppies in ovens, beating people with tire irons and waterboarding others, but. [he hesitates briefly, features twisted by a grimace. the strength of kavinsky's push is what initially recaptures his attention; it's enough to make the air whoosh from his lungs, cause him stumble back, eyes wide as he raises both hands and clasps the other boy's shoulders.
nightcrawler knows he should disengage-- just let go and step back, except that's not what he does, oh no. his fingers become more firm and before he can stop himself:] I haven't the slightest clue what 'candyass' means, [he starts, the slow withdrawal of his hands tentative.] I know a chump when I see one, though. [the 'foolish' meaning, in this case. fatigue settles over him like heavy clouds. there's very little left for him to say and still, he heaves a breath, somewhat defeated, but not down for the count quite yet.] I'd hope you would have decent composure and— oh, I don't know, common sense enough to know that doing those sorts of things is wrong?
But I guess we all make mistakes. [hell, saying it burns his tongue in more than one way. kurt isn't free of blameworthy events (such as killing beings during wartime or letting things get out of hand at the gala), so his mind's not clear whatsoever. no regret admitting what was said-- he only wishes things could have been worded better.
doing this during a mission also makes it less convenient, which feels more deplorable than he'd like, but can't go back now.
after abruptly turning on his heel, he says over his shoulder,] You'll need to ask yourself: will you continue through life as that person? [because honestly, does kavinsky disclose such things for shock value?] Go out on a limb and stop being afraid. [he's got a feeling. that, and slaying cute, innocent things can be explored another time.] I've never imagined bragging about my ability to help someone, regardless of their past transgressions, but thank you for preening permissions. [sarcasm. sounds defensive and is, for all intents and purposes.
everything feels wrong, even taking another step forward on the sidewalk seems unsuitable. walking away from kavinsky hurts and though he hates admitting it, for both their sakes, this reaction might have been the best decision.] Take what you will from this, I suppose. [a beat.] Should you decide it's worth your time, our daemons never have trouble finding one another. [then, against every impulse he has, kurt strides on alongside the congested road, hoping he has enough self-control to keep from looking back.]
IT'S OKAY he is a big boy that can take it craughs
nightcrawler knows he should disengage-- just let go and step back, except that's not what he does, oh no. his fingers become more firm and before he can stop himself:] I haven't the slightest clue what 'candyass' means, [he starts, the slow withdrawal of his hands tentative.] I know a chump when I see one, though. [the 'foolish' meaning, in this case. fatigue settles over him like heavy clouds. there's very little left for him to say and still, he heaves a breath, somewhat defeated, but not down for the count quite yet.] I'd hope you would have decent composure and— oh, I don't know, common sense enough to know that doing those sorts of things is wrong?
But I guess we all make mistakes. [hell, saying it burns his tongue in more than one way. kurt isn't free of blameworthy events (such as killing beings during wartime or letting things get out of hand at the gala), so his mind's not clear whatsoever. no regret admitting what was said-- he only wishes things could have been worded better.
doing this during a mission also makes it less convenient, which feels more deplorable than he'd like, but can't go back now.
after abruptly turning on his heel, he says over his shoulder,] You'll need to ask yourself: will you continue through life as that person? [because honestly, does kavinsky disclose such things for shock value?] Go out on a limb and stop being afraid. [he's got a feeling. that, and slaying cute, innocent things can be explored another time.] I've never imagined bragging about my ability to help someone, regardless of their past transgressions, but thank you for preening permissions. [sarcasm. sounds defensive and is, for all intents and purposes.
everything feels wrong, even taking another step forward on the sidewalk seems unsuitable. walking away from kavinsky hurts and though he hates admitting it, for both their sakes, this reaction might have been the best decision.] Take what you will from this, I suppose. [a beat.] Should you decide it's worth your time, our daemons never have trouble finding one another. [then, against every impulse he has, kurt strides on alongside the congested road, hoping he has enough self-control to keep from looking back.]