[kavinsky thinks about it. he slips a skinny, tattooed hand onto loki's shoulder, then looks past the demingod at the glittering stretch of city that unfurls in front of them. he points over at a fountain, not too far away. but down below, past stairs and winding elevators and ferns.]
There, [he says. a little cocky, but when is he not? vampire powers have done little to cut that back.] Think you can meet me there, sweetheart?
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There, [he says. a little cocky, but when is he not? vampire powers have done little to cut that back.] Think you can meet me there, sweetheart?