you are made for so much more than all of this

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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. ]

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( That, too, but that's the easy part. I'm good at getting people drunk. ) [ There's a sensation of a grin, low and pleased, but he doesn't even hesitate before bringing it right back around to that question that Kavinsky avoided. ] ( You want to keep the world out, K, I can't help you there, but I can help you keep out the Nest. )

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[Kavinsky understands in the way only someone who is also good at getting people wasted can. He used to make a kind of career out of it. Give it a few years, he might've found himself one of those guys who collect faces for parties. Fill up a room with the prettiest, most strung out kids he could find. The commission would be something worth creaming yourself over.

But that possible storyline contains multiple assumptions based around Kavinsky needing anyone to pay him.]

( Let me guess--for free. Out of the goodness of your heart. Weak, man. )