[she could not possibly have said a more enticing thing. kavinsky had little self-preservation instinct even when he was in his homeworld, his superpowers confined to dream thieving. now, with invincibility in addition to everything else, he's uh.
crazier than ever i guess.
one skinny arm shoots out in front of her, his hand slapping up on the wall. it wouldn't be too hard for her to duck under. however, in that split-second that his arm brushes her shoulder, he lets off a brief shimmer of projective empathy. in general, kavinsky is incapable of real happiness. but he does occasionally get excited about things! like really, really unimaginably hardcore drugs. and there's a spurt of ill-advised adrenaline there just for her.]
powerpose, let me know if not OK and i'll go back and edit this!
crazier than ever i guess.
one skinny arm shoots out in front of her, his hand slapping up on the wall. it wouldn't be too hard for her to duck under. however, in that split-second that his arm brushes her shoulder, he lets off a brief shimmer of projective empathy. in general, kavinsky is incapable of real happiness. but he does occasionally get excited about things! like really, really unimaginably hardcore drugs. and there's a spurt of ill-advised adrenaline there just for her.]
Try me, [he says.]