[aw, fuck you buddy. but kavinsky only grins vulpine in the sunshine.
but then it fades slightly. this is a nice conversation, but kavinsky never trusts anything that's nice to begin with, never mind the spoken word. he is a compulsive liar, and he's been -- in his own twisted understanding -- passed up, ignored, deprioritized compare to other people for years now. it's a bit of a sore subject.
statements of sentiment, declarations of intent, are not the same as promises. he's been getting used to this idea. learning like, one point five percent chill. like:]
You think we can still screw around on your thesaurus while I don't got a room here? [he asks, careful to: not look like he cares.] Besides, the little space boy doesn't like me around. Let's pretend for a minute I'm gonna respect that, some point.
no subject
but then it fades slightly. this is a nice conversation, but kavinsky never trusts anything that's nice to begin with, never mind the spoken word. he is a compulsive liar, and he's been -- in his own twisted understanding -- passed up, ignored, deprioritized compare to other people for years now. it's a bit of a sore subject.
statements of sentiment, declarations of intent, are not the same as promises. he's been getting used to this idea. learning like, one point five percent chill. like:]
You think we can still screw around on your thesaurus while I don't got a room here? [he asks, careful to: not look like he cares.] Besides, the little space boy doesn't like me around. Let's pretend for a minute I'm gonna respect that, some point.