No, I got my charger, [kavinsky lies, easily. he watches the chocolate vanish into the other boy's jaws. doesn't stare, doesn't sweat, watching the poison move down the pale column of murphy's throat. in the meantime, he sucks off another bite of ice cream, tasting it. it's cold and flavorful, but he thinks he would have liked it more before. he can't put his finger on exactly why. he doesn't remember ice cream tasting better, exactly...
but the question catches him by surprise. a needle-poke of genuine feeling. he shifts his stare across the other boy's face, calculating. well, lynch has twelve boyfriends, right? it makes sense that his mini-me would too.
such a hungry li'l ba-by soul, he thinks. and then he thinks: sounds like something dr. chilton would think about him.]
We're going out on dates. But I don't think this counts as one 'cause you were here anyway. [there's a half-smile, not entirely unkind. this is probably about when murphy starts to notice the lines of kavinsky's gaunt face are beginning to waver slightly, like heat on the surface of a desert.] You guys have dates in space? I could look up a definition for you.
cw drugs! nonconsensual drugs
but the question catches him by surprise. a needle-poke of genuine feeling. he shifts his stare across the other boy's face, calculating. well, lynch has twelve boyfriends, right? it makes sense that his mini-me would too.
such a hungry li'l ba-by soul, he thinks. and then he thinks: sounds like something dr. chilton would think about him.]
We're going out on dates. But I don't think this counts as one 'cause you were here anyway. [there's a half-smile, not entirely unkind. this is probably about when murphy starts to notice the lines of kavinsky's gaunt face are beginning to waver slightly, like heat on the surface of a desert.] You guys have dates in space? I could look up a definition for you.