FANPORT OVERFLOW LOG

[maskormods]

WHO: ImPorts!
WHERE: Heropa's Convention Centre.
WHEN: April 14-16, from 9 AM - 12 AM every day.
WHAT: Registration is in motion alongside FanPort, the most popular imPort convention around! Come on in and see imPort-led panels, the artist's alley, cosplayers, and more! If you have any questions, or wish to amend the way we have written up your characters' panels, let us know here! The original log can be found HERE.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed.

Comments

[pillz]

[it would be inaccurate to say that kavinsky is never romantic. well— that he's never had a romantic feeling for a person. the shittiness of his execution and expression only serves to contrast and highlight how intensely he had felt at the time. he had courted death for years, and the flirtation would've gone on some time had it not been for that whole shit with falling in love.

or whatever passes for love, in kavinsky's solipsistic universe.]

You can come if you want. Plus minus clitoral stimulation? Shhhyygh—

[the disgusted, oh-no-cooties noise at the end is strangely at odds with the arm that winds up slung around saya's shoulders. he either doesn't mind or doesn't know that he has lipstick smeared translucently across his mouth. he doesn't mind and doesn't entirely know that there are people staring at him. they, too, are more swirls than bodies, shapes in the color of sunlight. indifferent in his bliss, he leans over her shoulder and steers her haphazardly back out toward the parking lot.]

FREE TP BITCHES, [he yells, and hikes a thumb over his shoulder at the drawing that he only distantly remembers behind.] FROM YOUR SLOPPY ANUS.

[instars]

[Saya doesn't wave, but well.

This is a pleasant distraction to the day. She thought she might go hunting here, but this is better; well, no. Hunting would have been best. But this is good enough.]

We'll find you someone willing to suck you off, if you like. I hear sex on this is amazing.

[She says it casually, but she's not invested. She's watching his eyes and his face and she's taking in his responses - heartbeat and breath - as she leads him away.]

[pillz]

I dunno, man. [but kavinsky's uncertainty doesn't sound particularly intense. he lacks investment, himself. he lacks investment in himself. their rambling pace takes them past a stand decorated heavily with pro-import memorabilia and anti-russia stuff, and he sticks out a hand, accidentally ('accidentally') clears a small forest of brightly-colored flags.]

Could start seeing shark teeth. Or my cock turning crystal. Shattered dick icicle in a fangy fish vortex. [under the best of circumstances, kavinsky's speech is kind of disorganized, and sometimes it really seems like he's just yelling random words. potent mind-altering substances aren't about to help such matters at all, but that only matters if you care what he's talking about.] Nightmare fuel.

[but that phrase has special significance to him. kavinsky laughs, only to stop a little sharply once they reach the doors. the sun is painfully bright to his over-dilated eyes.]