[Sirius knows Kavinsky in the way that Kavinsky realized he knows Sirius. How much had this parents hated him to curse him with that adjective? He's gone and taken it to heart, too, the way some girls did everything they could to disprove Chastity. Kavinsky would've made him a lovely cocktail of his best work if they were anywhere near his usual playgrounds.
The man resists the urge, Kavinsky feels it and does not. His fingers press to that spot on his neck, and he is prodding, massaging at the skin as he seeks out something living there.
He carries along after Sirius. The man screams bloodhound in the slope of his step and Kavinsky's always liked mad dogs.]
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The man resists the urge, Kavinsky feels it and does not. His fingers press to that spot on his neck, and he is prodding, massaging at the skin as he seeks out something living there.
He carries along after Sirius. The man screams bloodhound in the slope of his step and Kavinsky's always liked mad dogs.]
Where are you trying to go?