[The drug doesn't hold Kavinsky back; it holds him in check. It's not two arms wrapped around him from behind, restraining his arms; it's a hand on his shoulder, kneading the muscle fondly. But this isn't the first straightedge to tut-tut at Kavinsky's way of living his life. He's heard all this complaining before, in spirit. The same old why would you do that, take better care of yourself, blah blah. Hard to hear every unique syllable when the other speaker is riding up on their high horse.
All this boy has in his favor is he's certainly the angriest person Kavinsky's ever had berate him on his usage. That earns consideration.
Not about using, though.]
I don't need to get any stronger.
[There's a weight to the words, however blandly they're stated. Kavinsky puts out the burst of color dancing over his palm, then hides both in his pockets to hide the fact the skin was beginning to burn.]
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All this boy has in his favor is he's certainly the angriest person Kavinsky's ever had berate him on his usage. That earns consideration.
Not about using, though.]
I don't need to get any stronger.
[There's a weight to the words, however blandly they're stated. Kavinsky puts out the burst of color dancing over his palm, then hides both in his pockets to hide the fact the skin was beginning to burn.]