[sweet. kurt called him that word and it is perhaps the first time that he's ever heard it out loud, barring maybe, if perhaps bliss had slipped it in mid-sentence here or there somewhere back in eudio, or caleb with a kindly mocking lilt to his voice. maybe kurt's making fun of him too. kavinsky's eyes cut toward the mutant to try and find familiar expressions on a subtly unfamiliar face.]
Hey.
[when you ain't winning, change the game. or possibly honk furiously, flip the bird, shoot a monster int he head afterward, if the game happens to be drag racing. with interpersonal shit though, kavinsky is ever too slick to let himself appear obviously defensive or inscure. instead, he reaches over and pulls kurt closer, tucking his tattooed hands into the lanky lines of kurt's waist, letting his smoke-scarred voice scrape gruffly.] C'mere. How come you don't blush no more? I can see in the dark. You can't fool me.
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Hey.
[when you ain't winning, change the game. or possibly honk furiously, flip the bird, shoot a monster int he head afterward, if the game happens to be drag racing. with interpersonal shit though, kavinsky is ever too slick to let himself appear obviously defensive or inscure. instead, he reaches over and pulls kurt closer, tucking his tattooed hands into the lanky lines of kurt's waist, letting his smoke-scarred voice scrape gruffly.] C'mere. How come you don't blush no more? I can see in the dark. You can't fool me.