[kavinsky hasn't scared anyone in weeks. maybe chilton sometimes, when the psychiatrist is thinking about getting closer than he should. in range of teeth and nails and whatever other fucked up crazy fox bullshit kavinsky's brain might dredge up, given half a second and two inches. maybe murphy's onto something.
maybe he should get back to some of that. scaring people.
:)
his nerves sizzle. he wonders if murphy's been kissing gansey, parrish and the other ones too. big happy shag pile. murphy's talked about all the things ronan can dream him— it makes sense, probably big beds, weird toys, whatever. kavinsky taught him how; he expected ronan to use that gift to get what he wants.] Here. [he produces his wallet, a strip of clean leather from his pocket.] Get me whatever you get. I gotta grab something from the car, okay? Forgot my charger. [he brushes a kiss across the other boy's cheek, diffident, like he'd as soon be watching the television or ironing one of his buttondown shirts.
then he steps aside, leaving the other boy in the queue. the crowd parts to take him, then closes again.]
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[kavinsky hasn't scared anyone in weeks. maybe chilton sometimes, when the psychiatrist is thinking about getting closer than he should. in range of teeth and nails and whatever other fucked up crazy fox bullshit kavinsky's brain might dredge up, given half a second and two inches. maybe murphy's onto something.
maybe he should get back to some of that. scaring people.
:)
his nerves sizzle. he wonders if murphy's been kissing gansey, parrish and the other ones too. big happy shag pile. murphy's talked about all the things ronan can dream him— it makes sense, probably big beds, weird toys, whatever. kavinsky taught him how; he expected ronan to use that gift to get what he wants.] Here. [he produces his wallet, a strip of clean leather from his pocket.] Get me whatever you get. I gotta grab something from the car, okay? Forgot my charger. [he brushes a kiss across the other boy's cheek, diffident, like he'd as soon be watching the television or ironing one of his buttondown shirts.
then he steps aside, leaving the other boy in the queue. the crowd parts to take him, then closes again.]