[kavinsky's surprised when he's abruptly hauled back over between the car seats, but he doesn't scream, flail, start to lash out. he had always been eerily adept at tolerating surprise violence by tall, dark-haired men, though admittedly having a layer of cocaine between himself and the violence used to make it a little easier to play it sociopathically cool.
he twists his head slightly, cutting a glance back over his shoulder. it's an angle that'd probably sprain the neck of an ordinary person, but for all that he's stuck in a compromising position, he's still a vampire.]
Boundaries is made for pushing, [says the most qualified (;;) source in the multiverse. he does not smile like a cat over a pan of milk. he 'smiles' like a cat that's currently engaged in the feline process of erasing a mistake from the space-time continuum behind a rigidly cautious facade of indifference, eyes hooded and back tense.]
no subject
he twists his head slightly, cutting a glance back over his shoulder. it's an angle that'd probably sprain the neck of an ordinary person, but for all that he's stuck in a compromising position, he's still a vampire.]
Boundaries is made for pushing, [says the most qualified (;;) source in the multiverse. he does not smile like a cat over a pan of milk. he 'smiles' like a cat that's currently engaged in the feline process of erasing a mistake from the space-time continuum behind a rigidly cautious facade of indifference, eyes hooded and back tense.]