[dramatic? anticlimactic? kavinsky sits up when the door opens. he gets that far! but there's not much to do after that besides stare at the nerd move his shit around and then start. to. assemble a computer, or something, without so much as a word. kavinsky doesn't actually know enough about geek culture to make an appropriate insult. league of legends, counterstrike, all the particulars of tournaments are beyond him.
he stares at elliot putting a power plug into the wall, and then he finally stands up.]
You have no fucking manners, you know that? [demands the most reliable source of social etiquette information available in the local universe. kavinsky stalks over to the technopath, looking him up and down, then a brief frown at the backkpack. the hand grenade is making a funny bulge in kavinsky's pocket, but he doesn't do anything with it. instead, kavinsky starts toward the refrigerator next.] Does the Down's Syndrome savant want a fucking drink?
np hi hi (cw ableism)
he stares at elliot putting a power plug into the wall, and then he finally stands up.]
You have no fucking manners, you know that? [demands the most reliable source of social etiquette information available in the local universe. kavinsky stalks over to the technopath, looking him up and down, then a brief frown at the backkpack. the hand grenade is making a funny bulge in kavinsky's pocket, but he doesn't do anything with it. instead, kavinsky starts toward the refrigerator next.] Does the Down's Syndrome savant want a fucking drink?