[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaribs hurt. but kavinsky is sufficiently drunk that the pain exists more in concept than in practice. he sucks in a louder next breath than he would have otherwise, is all, expelling one doglike cough.]
I don't know, [comes the rejoinder, acidly sarcastic, and shittier by far than rafaello deserves,] do you? Would that take some big. Fucking. Cajones? Are you too widdle? [baby talk in kavinsky's voice sounds like some kind of satirical nightmare.] You're so widdle, Rafa. So fucking teeny tiny you can fit your tiny gossip cock into Goddamn anything, even Lynch's teeny tiny virgin earhole.
[tonight is the night china's characters just yell garbage at the clouds i guess!]
God. [and with this incredibly sophisticated rejoinder, but mostly because he can actually tell rafaello is mad and it's mildly alarming, but also because he's mad, and reel-around drunk, and his heart was recently broken, he opens the door.] When's Vex gonna get his fucking surrogate, huh? Taller, balder, less of a cunt.
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I don't know, [comes the rejoinder, acidly sarcastic, and shittier by far than rafaello deserves,] do you? Would that take some big. Fucking. Cajones? Are you too widdle? [baby talk in kavinsky's voice sounds like some kind of satirical nightmare.] You're so widdle, Rafa. So fucking teeny tiny you can fit your tiny gossip cock into Goddamn anything, even Lynch's teeny tiny virgin earhole.
[tonight is the night china's characters just yell garbage at the clouds i guess!]
God. [and with this incredibly sophisticated rejoinder, but mostly because he can actually tell rafaello is mad and it's mildly alarming, but also because he's mad, and reel-around drunk, and his heart was recently broken, he opens the door.] When's Vex gonna get his fucking surrogate, huh? Taller, balder, less of a cunt.