[kavinsky's pretty gay, and stereotypically american about his understanding of touch and sex. do that and i'll touch him could be a pretty good threat, for most of his dumbass bravado purposes. but for these--]
Jesus fucking Christ.
[he's grateful. or merely in shock. something like that. his lips barely move when he mumbles this. his eyes shift past blue and the considerable concern posed by the knife she has on him, tiny though it may be. over to murphy. he'd known that the kid was powerful, of course; there are a half a dozen pet names he's rolled out of random combinations of freak, mutant, the various bites and pinches he's gotten in answer. he knows about grand central station. but it's one thing to know it, to buy pills and candles and patches to spread over the thin skin and big arteries of murphy's thighs. it's one thing to grumble him shitty bulgarian rap til he falls asleep, and wonder at his twitching nightmares.
it's another to see him floating a half-dozen likewise mutant girls in the air.
there's an animal spike of fear in his gut that he'll never admit to, especially not to murphy. as instinctive as recoiling from fire. but mostly— mostly, he's impressed.]
I think he is, [he says, presently.] He's the bung to this asshole.
delay x2 kicks down door
Jesus fucking Christ.
[he's grateful. or merely in shock. something like that. his lips barely move when he mumbles this. his eyes shift past blue and the considerable concern posed by the knife she has on him, tiny though it may be. over to murphy. he'd known that the kid was powerful, of course; there are a half a dozen pet names he's rolled out of random combinations of freak, mutant, the various bites and pinches he's gotten in answer. he knows about grand central station. but it's one thing to know it, to buy pills and candles and patches to spread over the thin skin and big arteries of murphy's thighs. it's one thing to grumble him shitty bulgarian rap til he falls asleep, and wonder at his twitching nightmares.
it's another to see him floating a half-dozen likewise mutant girls in the air.
there's an animal spike of fear in his gut that he'll never admit to, especially not to murphy. as instinctive as recoiling from fire. but mostly— mostly, he's impressed.]
I think he is, [he says, presently.] He's the bung to this asshole.