[the stalemate lasts for long, cold seconds. but while kavinsky is inhumanly terrifying in lots of ways, he's not like, hundreds-of-years-vampire-old levels of inhumanly terrifying, not by a long shot. besides, the old cokehead twitch and jitter has not abandoned him. he blinks first. he gives up.
shoves the door wider open, hard enough that he'd damage it if he weren't so wasted. he half-climbs, half-falls out, comes around to the back seat. yanks that door open, and proceeds to half-climb, half-fall back in, his shoulder hitting leather at an odd angle.] I know you want him too, [he tells the back of rafa's head, because the back of rafa's head is not as intimidating as the front of rafa's head, where there are fangs, and eyeballs he can use to target with.]
You know a cunt when he's jerking you around and pissing all up in your shoes.
no subject
shoves the door wider open, hard enough that he'd damage it if he weren't so wasted. he half-climbs, half-falls out, comes around to the back seat. yanks that door open, and proceeds to half-climb, half-fall back in, his shoulder hitting leather at an odd angle.] I know you want him too, [he tells the back of rafa's head, because the back of rafa's head is not as intimidating as the front of rafa's head, where there are fangs, and eyeballs he can use to target with.]
You know a cunt when he's jerking you around and pissing all up in your shoes.