Kavinsky is: here. He's sitting in a clearing with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a leather knapsack, very fashionable and lightly worn, sitting on the ground beside him. He looks somewhat more rumpled than he did when he first arrived at the Meadows with Josh Foley in tow, and he'd already been rumpled before. Drinking all day, trying to get the freakish Joker-green out of his hair.
Then drinking to try to dream right. Get the higher cognition out of the way, stick to the fuckin' intuition. Not that that's helped, with the cryochamber or the iridescent pills or the dreamergy battery. None of them has worked. But Noah thinks this might, so.
So.
"You ready to kill some li'l pine martens, Kylo Ren?"
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Kavinsky is: here. He's sitting in a clearing with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a leather knapsack, very fashionable and lightly worn, sitting on the ground beside him. He looks somewhat more rumpled than he did when he first arrived at the Meadows with Josh Foley in tow, and he'd already been rumpled before. Drinking all day, trying to get the freakish Joker-green out of his hair.
Then drinking to try to dream right. Get the higher cognition out of the way, stick to the fuckin' intuition. Not that that's helped, with the cryochamber or the iridescent pills or the dreamergy battery. None of them has worked. But Noah thinks this might, so.
So.
"You ready to kill some li'l pine martens, Kylo Ren?"