[ The face he makes is just. The face of a teenager who has obviously never heard it in the dirty-to-funny context, wondering if Kavinsky's just an idiot or if he should feel offended for being too dumb to get it. His confusion is washed off the shore when he feels the rise of a different current, something murky and intricate. Stringy algae that can't be picked apart.
It draws Petre right back in. Vulnerability interests him, it gives him an angle from which he can enter a person's head, twist inside it. A defense mechanism that lies on offense. ]
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[ The face he makes is just. The face of a teenager who has obviously never heard it in the dirty-to-funny context, wondering if Kavinsky's just an idiot or if he should feel offended for being too dumb to get it. His confusion is washed off the shore when he feels the rise of a different current, something murky and intricate. Stringy algae that can't be picked apart.
It draws Petre right back in. Vulnerability interests him, it gives him an angle from which he can enter a person's head, twist inside it. A defense mechanism that lies on offense. ]
You're thinking of someone. Who is it?