[kavinsky was in his room, tequila on the nightstand, shitty bulgarian rap blaring from a chunky stereo. despite the odd cobbled-together quality of life in xistentia, kavinsky's room is luxuriously appointed. smutty poster art, pinball machine, plasma tv.
now kavinsky is pushed up against a wall. his face white and empty from rage... for five seconds until his eyes start uncharacteristically to water. he aims a harmless shove at the demigod's chest and scrabbling knee at his nuts. life was less embarrassing before eudio taught him to feeeeeel]
feel free to have him miss
now kavinsky is pushed up against a wall. his face white and empty from rage... for five seconds until his eyes start uncharacteristically to water. he aims a harmless shove at the demigod's chest and scrabbling knee at his nuts. life was less embarrassing before eudio taught him to feeeeeel]