[it's too easy. our hearts ache with compassion for young master mantle, except for kavinsky, who doesn't have a heart. he laughs again, an awful laugh that you can hear this time.]
One big-ass hat coming up, [he says, his voice clotting funnily when he moves the pill around with his tongue. squaring it in his mouth. without straightening in his seat, he gropes around in the compartment next to his seat to find a bottle of flat coke there. he washes the poisonous-looking narcotic down, ignoring the trickle of excess soda down his cheek. turning his head aside, he apparently
goes to sleep.
it's a little anti-climactic, probably. it's anti-climactic if reggie isn't looking closely, at the way the rise and fall of kavinsky's chest starts to slow, the twitch of pulse in his neck begins to fumble. the way that, for an instant, the basic functions of living in kavinsky's skinny cokehead body totally stop.]
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One big-ass hat coming up, [he says, his voice clotting funnily when he moves the pill around with his tongue. squaring it in his mouth. without straightening in his seat, he gropes around in the compartment next to his seat to find a bottle of flat coke there. he washes the poisonous-looking narcotic down, ignoring the trickle of excess soda down his cheek. turning his head aside, he apparently
goes to sleep.
it's a little anti-climactic, probably. it's anti-climactic if reggie isn't looking closely, at the way the rise and fall of kavinsky's chest starts to slow, the twitch of pulse in his neck begins to fumble. the way that, for an instant, the basic functions of living in kavinsky's skinny cokehead body totally stop.]