[the two boys behind kavinsky start to beat a hasty retreat. no loyalty, those little fucks-- and they're even taking the weapons. which the former dream thief can hear, the bang and clatter of the metal parts sliding across the pavement. a surge of fear goes through his gut, or maybe that's just cocaine disagreeing with espresso. no. it's definitely not just cocaine disagreeing with espresso.
adrenaline. animal fight or flight. the body's own good shit.
fuck.]
Goddamn lesbian clambake, [he says, brightly, because that's how he rolls. short jokes and homophobic comments. kavinsky doesn't retreat. instead, he draws the whip gently closer to himself. nothing so overt as to strike, just yet, although he can tell the women flanking blue are tensing up even with that small motion.] What am I, getting assimilated? We gonna turn this into a surf and turf? You know I don't got powers, and I'd make a piss poor mascot, right?
cw homophobic language
adrenaline. animal fight or flight. the body's own good shit.
fuck.]
Goddamn lesbian clambake, [he says, brightly, because that's how he rolls. short jokes and homophobic comments. kavinsky doesn't retreat. instead, he draws the whip gently closer to himself. nothing so overt as to strike, just yet, although he can tell the women flanking blue are tensing up even with that small motion.] What am I, getting assimilated? We gonna turn this into a surf and turf? You know I don't got powers, and I'd make a piss poor mascot, right?