[His knee's able to carry his weight, which is all he really needs it to do. He didn't shatter the bone, merely banged and bruised it. A good couple nights of sleep and he'll lose the slight stilted way he's walking. Regardless, Kavinsky carries himself like a champ, not a victim. He's been hurt before worse than this, so it's inconvenience, not trouble.
Within the dreck, he recovers a pipe of sorts that hasn't been worsened by rust to the point of losing its heft. He takes a couple practice swings with it, pointedly keeping his balance over his good leg so as not to fall right over. Serviceable.
He approaches the pod, eyeing it like a man at his feet that's done something to harsh the vibe.
Finally, he acknowledges the other boy again.]
Are you gonna buy me dinner, too?
[Clang, clang. Pipe down on the already wrecked pod. It's not the most... effective way of getting the job done.]
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Within the dreck, he recovers a pipe of sorts that hasn't been worsened by rust to the point of losing its heft. He takes a couple practice swings with it, pointedly keeping his balance over his good leg so as not to fall right over. Serviceable.
He approaches the pod, eyeing it like a man at his feet that's done something to harsh the vibe.
Finally, he acknowledges the other boy again.]
Are you gonna buy me dinner, too?
[Clang, clang. Pipe down on the already wrecked pod. It's not the most... effective way of getting the job done.]