[his own lips twitch upward, the faintest hint of a smile while he clutches his hands tighter and when he can't hold them there any longer, they grip the dainty chains spreading across his chest, twist tight like some bizarre form of restraint. at the very least, he can be grateful that his legs aren't trying to move, too.
an abrupt bark of laughter is the answer kurt gives, head shaking, vigorous enough that it musses his hair, tumbles the strands across his forehead. for a minute, he almost feels like himself, but almost won't cut it.] I'd say so!
[kurt isn't sure kavinsky heard him or not, what with his vampire senses, although he has a feeling the point was made and knows the other boy will come back. if not for him, then for all of the things he left behind.
until then, he lays stock-still on the blanket, hardly even flinches when his fuzzy-looking daemon comes up to lay across him. unbeknownst to him, she'll look totally different the next time he opens his eyes and is himself once more.]
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an abrupt bark of laughter is the answer kurt gives, head shaking, vigorous enough that it musses his hair, tumbles the strands across his forehead. for a minute, he almost feels like himself, but almost won't cut it.] I'd say so!
[kurt isn't sure kavinsky heard him or not, what with his vampire senses, although he has a feeling the point was made and knows the other boy will come back. if not for him, then for all of the things he left behind.
until then, he lays stock-still on the blanket, hardly even flinches when his fuzzy-looking daemon comes up to lay across him. unbeknownst to him, she'll look totally different the next time he opens his eyes and is himself once more.]