[it doesn't surprise kavinsky, honestly. it seems like the cities, the natives, the imports, they're always in some peril or other.]
You wanna get fucking famous for it? [he presses.] Take some fucking credit, man. [he waves his phone around pointedly. it's paused on an early frame of the video, billy suspended in the air and surrounded by a miniature aurora of his own power, luminous in the half-light of the shop. he looks ethereal. powerful.] Or not? Jesus.
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You wanna get fucking famous for it? [he presses.] Take some fucking credit, man. [he waves his phone around pointedly. it's paused on an early frame of the video, billy suspended in the air and surrounded by a miniature aurora of his own power, luminous in the half-light of the shop. he looks ethereal. powerful.] Or not? Jesus.