[Someone's coming for him, hot like hounds after a fox, but there's no love of the hunt in this one. He's snapping at bushy tails because he doesn't know how to curl up in front of the fireplace like a good mutt.
Kavinsky pays no mind to the swift approach, no matter how it presses at him and scratches needle-teeth along the back of his neck. This was one of the drops where he ignored the newbies, and it turns out it was a mistake; he should have greeted them like he had the last batch. Let them know what they'd be getting into if they wouldn't leave Joe K to his wave-watching without interruption. A mistake he won't make a second time, but it's too late to go back and bite the peach he left on the tree.
The peach comes to him and it's shouting.
He rubs at his nose with the back of his hand, now more or less clean.
Kavinsky's robes are flashy, largely a shade of scarlet that leaves a slash in the mind and gives a monochrome look to his back set in front of the Red Coast. He'd had a more drab pair to start with, then he'd mutilated them and ended up with a set that would draw the eye as much as the usual magnetic ire. He's had ample chance to dream himself new sets, but when he has the chance to grab some shuteye, he's using those forty winks to nab himself another bag of pills, another grinder after he misplaced his last one.]
Gonna have to be more specific, man.
[He has an idea, because they're connected and the other boy's mental shields could use some polishing, but this isn't his first go at playing the fool.]
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Kavinsky pays no mind to the swift approach, no matter how it presses at him and scratches needle-teeth along the back of his neck. This was one of the drops where he ignored the newbies, and it turns out it was a mistake; he should have greeted them like he had the last batch. Let them know what they'd be getting into if they wouldn't leave Joe K to his wave-watching without interruption. A mistake he won't make a second time, but it's too late to go back and bite the peach he left on the tree.
The peach comes to him and it's shouting.
He rubs at his nose with the back of his hand, now more or less clean.
Kavinsky's robes are flashy, largely a shade of scarlet that leaves a slash in the mind and gives a monochrome look to his back set in front of the Red Coast. He'd had a more drab pair to start with, then he'd mutilated them and ended up with a set that would draw the eye as much as the usual magnetic ire. He's had ample chance to dream himself new sets, but when he has the chance to grab some shuteye, he's using those forty winks to nab himself another bag of pills, another grinder after he misplaced his last one.]
Gonna have to be more specific, man.
[He has an idea, because they're connected and the other boy's mental shields could use some polishing, but this isn't his first go at playing the fool.]