[of course kavinsky knows. he's an expert at jealousy. actually that's wrong; it is in fact a minor miracle that kavinsky knows. he's been through three or four ronan lynches at this point and still has zero fucking cluepons that his old friend was in love with adam parrish, of all people.
still, vex and rafa. that's different. they get shitty about each other. kavinsky remembers.]
They're weird about each other. During that big fucking orgy Vex and Mark threw back in Eudio, Vex got all fucked up about Rafa biting me. He got in between us. Like. Physically. Fucked Rafa inside out, practically. [kavinsky shrugs a shoulder up, still navigating the scissors carefully around the pretty-perfect symmetry of nico's skull, trimming around him neatly as you like. and his hands stay gentle and precise, even when he says:] You can't fuckin' pretend like you and Vex aren't weird about each other, man.
never
still, vex and rafa. that's different. they get shitty about each other. kavinsky remembers.]
They're weird about each other. During that big fucking orgy Vex and Mark threw back in Eudio, Vex got all fucked up about Rafa biting me. He got in between us. Like. Physically. Fucked Rafa inside out, practically. [kavinsky shrugs a shoulder up, still navigating the scissors carefully around the pretty-perfect symmetry of nico's skull, trimming around him neatly as you like. and his hands stay gentle and precise, even when he says:] You can't fuckin' pretend like you and Vex aren't weird about each other, man.