[Kavinsky doesn't know Petre; they've met once and parted ways with less than polite speech and more than the necessary amount of teenage swagger. The only linking chain between them is that of the hivemind, the shackles clutching them all close together like a sorry bunch of prisoners. But it doesn't take more intimate knowledge than that. The surface level thoughts are good enough. Petre doesn't want to be alone and neither does Kavinsky.]
To blow your mind.
[He keeps walking, dragging the other boy along unless he makes too large a fuss to be ignored.
When Kavinsky first came to the party, he did a quick walk around to see where he'd be able to sneak off alone if need be. There's a supply closet not far from here with his name on it.]
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To blow your mind.
[He keeps walking, dragging the other boy along unless he makes too large a fuss to be ignored.
When Kavinsky first came to the party, he did a quick walk around to see where he'd be able to sneak off alone if need be. There's a supply closet not far from here with his name on it.]