[what the fuck is this, kavinsky wonders, interested. but also irritated-- mostly with his own powers, their limitations. he suddenly wishes he had telepathy. fyi he should definitely never have telepathy, that would be horrible for the entire universe tbh. but heavier than gum implies not gum, and that much is reassuring. kavinsky's expression smooths out into a smile, but it's only partly for that discovery, as he weighs the goods in his hand.
mostly, he likes her request. a woman after his own black heart.
he doesn't look at her backpack anymore. which probably means he's still curious, but going to put off prying for at least a little while.]
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mostly, he likes her request. a woman after his own black heart.
he doesn't look at her backpack anymore. which probably means he's still curious, but going to put off prying for at least a little while.]
You wanna go somewhere right now?