[Why become a fortress like that? Kavinsky doesn't understand the exercise, and he'll likely never build up such enforcement unless someone puts themselves to laying siege. He's one more modern day prince, previously schooled in an institution full of them. The only one that offered him real danger was the king-- the mobster, his father. But he gave him a couple gifts: Kavinsky doesn't understand fear as other people know it.]
Blow that shit up.
[He cocks a finger gun, watching Shiro with an eager eye. Destruction always gets his pulse pumping, no matter what else has been injected into his veins. He'd been pleased with the instruction to go and wreck the pod after he'd escaped it; no complaints from him.
Sparks fly before metal melts, fizzling out sometimes as close as a half inch from Kavinsky's nose. He doesn't even flinch.]
Where'd you get that!
[He yells it in order to be heard over the man's work.]
no subject
Blow that shit up.
[He cocks a finger gun, watching Shiro with an eager eye. Destruction always gets his pulse pumping, no matter what else has been injected into his veins. He'd been pleased with the instruction to go and wreck the pod after he'd escaped it; no complaints from him.
Sparks fly before metal melts, fizzling out sometimes as close as a half inch from Kavinsky's nose. He doesn't even flinch.]
Where'd you get that!
[He yells it in order to be heard over the man's work.]