[it occurs to kavinsky that he could probably run. the girls are stopping up, wary of the weapon in his hand. it's clear that they actually care about each other, so instead of thinking about which one of them would get hurt if he struck, they'd rather none of them get hurt at all.
definitely not how kavinsky and his boys operate. hence the two turning tail, leaving him there to figure out the smart thing on his own.]
Small dick joke, huh? [he says. he sounds unreasonably glibe— as ever. in this world, in the next, his thing is always going to be shooting off his stupid fucking mouth when he should probably eat a salad and go to bed on time.] Okay, sweetheart. Let's metaphorically fuck.
[no smart thing here. instead, he raises the weapon and rips a shot out at the young women. immediately, the air pulses with energy, like altitude changing in the cabin of an airplane, an eerie press against their eardrums even as kinetic energy moves through the alleyway in a wave. a big plastic dumpster is the first thing to move, bucking up like a horse, before the whip starts to arc toward the gang.]
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definitely not how kavinsky and his boys operate. hence the two turning tail, leaving him there to figure out the smart thing on his own.]
Small dick joke, huh? [he says. he sounds unreasonably glibe— as ever. in this world, in the next, his thing is always going to be shooting off his stupid fucking mouth when he should probably eat a salad and go to bed on time.] Okay, sweetheart. Let's metaphorically fuck.
[no smart thing here. instead, he raises the weapon and rips a shot out at the young women. immediately, the air pulses with energy, like altitude changing in the cabin of an airplane, an eerie press against their eardrums even as kinetic energy moves through the alleyway in a wave. a big plastic dumpster is the first thing to move, bucking up like a horse, before the whip starts to arc toward the gang.]