[you know, the funny thing is, kavinsky is having a good day. or night, as the case tends to be for vampires. he isn't thinking about kurt-- well. he's always thinking about kurt, lately, but he doesn't know he's thinking about kurt. he's playing with his daemon now, picking up a stick to throw. yelling at her, cheerful abuse that's less gross and cruel than usual. jumping over a patch of mud, urging her to do the same. clapping when she succeeds.
(he'd been thinking, for awhile, that he'd invite kurt along for one of their walks— it seemed like the kind of thing kurt might want to do, while he was pretending to be normal and mundane as such bullshit as walking.) (sometimes kurt likes to pretend to be normal.) (kavinsky had been thinking: maybe he would too.)
(but it doesn't matter anymore.)
then he sees her, the small woman with her horns and scales. there's a visible twitch of reflex on his face-- he almost says something obnoxious. but he's well fed and physically active, and more aware of his regrets lately, even if he's still not nearly as aware as he should be. so he waves at her and calls out,] Sup, Era. You trying for some alone time or you wanna show Moonshined some of the sweet local stanky spots?
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(he'd been thinking, for awhile, that he'd invite kurt along for one of their walks— it seemed like the kind of thing kurt might want to do, while he was pretending to be normal and mundane as such bullshit as walking.) (sometimes kurt likes to pretend to be normal.) (kavinsky had been thinking: maybe he would too.)
(but it doesn't matter anymore.)
then he sees her, the small woman with her horns and scales. there's a visible twitch of reflex on his face-- he almost says something obnoxious. but he's well fed and physically active, and more aware of his regrets lately, even if he's still not nearly as aware as he should be. so he waves at her and calls out,] Sup, Era. You trying for some alone time or you wanna show Moonshined some of the sweet local stanky spots?