[trusting kavinsky is often a mistake. ensuring he knows it's the mistake you're making is probably a whole other mistake. but there are worse mistakes to be made with kavinsky than that, these days. at least they aren't in love.
by the time nico emerges, there's an amateur barber's station set up in the bedroom, in front of the mirror posted at the foot of his bed. chair, scrap paper. a questionable but not unexpected beer sitting by the shears and a large pair of kitchen scissors. kavinsky pulls the other boy into sitting down on the seat, his jittery, tattooed fingers tugging on nico's arm. there's some shitty bulgarian rap blasting from kavinsky's laptop nearby.]
Hey.
[he scrunches his fingers through nico's hair. with his other hand, he picks up the shears.] Hey. How come I never met your boyfriend.
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by the time nico emerges, there's an amateur barber's station set up in the bedroom, in front of the mirror posted at the foot of his bed. chair, scrap paper. a questionable but not unexpected beer sitting by the shears and a large pair of kitchen scissors. kavinsky pulls the other boy into sitting down on the seat, his jittery, tattooed fingers tugging on nico's arm. there's some shitty bulgarian rap blasting from kavinsky's laptop nearby.]
Hey.
[he scrunches his fingers through nico's hair. with his other hand, he picks up the shears.] Hey. How come I never met your boyfriend.