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station722017-04-23 09:39 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in station722017-04-23 09:39 pm
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you are made for so much more than all of this
CHARACTERS: Sam & Kavinsky
WHERE: out and about on Waypoint
WHEN: Day 33/34ish
SUMMARY: hanging out and trying to be a good influence on K while K is totally a bad influence on him
WARNINGS: smoking, probably talk of drugs and violence
[ Sam's moving through the crowds on Waypoint with ease, intent on ducking into the nearest food place that smells like it'll hit the vague sense of something that he's craving, when he senses Kavinsky near by.
It's not exactly that Sam keeps track of where Kavinsky is or has an eye on his mental presence at all times, it's just... he's more aware of the particular feel of the symbiote bond that is Kavinsky, enough to know him immediately when they're in range of each other. Seems like it's like that with most of his brood, but then, Sam's the one who chose all of them.
Right now he reaches out, with the sensation of a warm breeze tugging at Kavinsky's hair and the impression of a playful smirk. ]
( What kind of trouble you getting up to? ) [ His tone is teasing, no recrimination. ]
WHERE: out and about on Waypoint
WHEN: Day 33/34ish
SUMMARY: hanging out and trying to be a good influence on K while K is totally a bad influence on him
WARNINGS: smoking, probably talk of drugs and violence
[ Sam's moving through the crowds on Waypoint with ease, intent on ducking into the nearest food place that smells like it'll hit the vague sense of something that he's craving, when he senses Kavinsky near by.
It's not exactly that Sam keeps track of where Kavinsky is or has an eye on his mental presence at all times, it's just... he's more aware of the particular feel of the symbiote bond that is Kavinsky, enough to know him immediately when they're in range of each other. Seems like it's like that with most of his brood, but then, Sam's the one who chose all of them.
Right now he reaches out, with the sensation of a warm breeze tugging at Kavinsky's hair and the impression of a playful smirk. ]
( What kind of trouble you getting up to? ) [ His tone is teasing, no recrimination. ]