[He builds a car grill ten miles high, wraps it around himself like a metal fence. The slots in its grates are too small for more than a fruitfly to buzz through.
Misato's different but also like everyone else. If he sat still and pretty, she'd move on to the next bad boy. Worse than the groupies that stuck around to watch the boys blow their expensive toys up, but didn't want to risk standing in the flames.]
a/n: kavinsky's shitty views on women do not reflect mine sob
Misato's different but also like everyone else. If he sat still and pretty, she'd move on to the next bad boy. Worse than the groupies that stuck around to watch the boys blow their expensive toys up, but didn't want to risk standing in the flames.]
( You prove me right. )