[stay with me. not enough people talk to kavinsky in plain speech and simple eloquence, drops of water in a still pond. he's not an easy person to talk to that way, honestly and without art. it works mostly because it's-- rafa. because kavinsky knows that rafa might have let him get away with some bullshit tonight, but he isn't going to do it twice in a row, and certainly not if the second round is to throw the older vampire's kindness back in his face.
he wraps a skinny arm around rafa's tawny one, threading tattooed fingers through the other man's. an impulse that's-- oddly affectionate, all things considered.]
Italian lesson, [he changes the subject.] How do you say, 'I don't need to shit, I'm a vampire?'
destroyed by rafa icon, steering toward fade
he wraps a skinny arm around rafa's tawny one, threading tattooed fingers through the other man's. an impulse that's-- oddly affectionate, all things considered.]
Italian lesson, [he changes the subject.] How do you say, 'I don't need to shit, I'm a vampire?'