[who needs happiness when you can have drugs. kavinsky closes his eyes, and then without having to look, he finds his sunglasses with his fingers and puts them back on his face. after that, he looks very blank for a long time. well, a long time in terms of conversational lull and kavinsky's crazy-eyed cokehead energy.
the air is full of spinning paisleys and there are rainbows sketching out between the icicles blooming around satya's face. that's kind of different. interesting. you don't get a lot of poetic blizzard halos where he comes from. the feeling of wellbeing is a little different from the safety of being invincible in his normal, superpowered-but-default capacity. it's harder to hold onto the slimy-cold paranoia that the russians are coming, that he must remain vigilant, that he must be prepared, which his six, and imagine the worst case scenarios before they arrive in tangible technicolor. it's hard to remember all that. which is probably good.
that would make for a pretty fucking bad trip.]
Uncle Mikey, I think I'm getting used to the taste.
[a smile drags itself out slowly over his face. the lenses of his shades hide his eyes, reduces them to sinkholes of fringy shadow through the translucent glass. and the next moment, he's leaning over, his nose angled around her nose so that he can lay a haphazard kiss on her mouth.]
powerpose, let me know if not ok
the air is full of spinning paisleys and there are rainbows sketching out between the icicles blooming around satya's face. that's kind of different. interesting. you don't get a lot of poetic blizzard halos where he comes from. the feeling of wellbeing is a little different from the safety of being invincible in his normal, superpowered-but-default capacity. it's harder to hold onto the slimy-cold paranoia that the russians are coming, that he must remain vigilant, that he must be prepared, which his six, and imagine the worst case scenarios before they arrive in tangible technicolor. it's hard to remember all that. which is probably good.
that would make for a pretty fucking bad trip.]
Uncle Mikey, I think I'm getting used to the taste.
[a smile drags itself out slowly over his face. the lenses of his shades hide his eyes, reduces them to sinkholes of fringy shadow through the translucent glass. and the next moment, he's leaning over, his nose angled around her nose so that he can lay a haphazard kiss on her mouth.]