[There is a demon under Joseph Kavinsky's skin that wants to escape. The boy that used to be housed by the body died around the first or second time things went rotten with his then living father. From ruination, a new being was birthed, and this one doesn't rail against fate, safe in the knowledge he could create a new one. That makes him a god, perhaps. At the same time, human, fragile. There are safeguards he doesn't have by virtue of such an easily torn asunder shape. The immortal soul, if that was to be believed in, is a liquid fire that deserves a better torch to burn upon.]
Thanks.
[He might mean it. The tablet fits well in his hands and at first he's merely stroking the glossy surface. He tests the usual gestures, seeing if he can scroll with two fingers or one-- if tapping twice will pull up any useful menus.
Part of him is impressed, and that same part wants to break the tablet because of how expensive it might be to replace. But he is on good behavior and he doesn't want the lady to shy away from him just yet.
If he does break it out of impulse, he'll dream her a new one. That's the private deal he makes with himself.]
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Thanks.
[He might mean it. The tablet fits well in his hands and at first he's merely stroking the glossy surface. He tests the usual gestures, seeing if he can scroll with two fingers or one-- if tapping twice will pull up any useful menus.
Part of him is impressed, and that same part wants to break the tablet because of how expensive it might be to replace. But he is on good behavior and he doesn't want the lady to shy away from him just yet.
If he does break it out of impulse, he'll dream her a new one. That's the private deal he makes with himself.]
What's next after that? If we're almost done.
[Already settled into the 'we.']