[a shrug rocks through kavinsky's bony shoulders. he's smiling in a way that fails to reach his eyes, somehow manages to look both bored and indulgent at the same time, while staring steadfastly at her. he's stereotyping based on his own culture, of course, but she looks like she knows fun people.
more important than that: she looks like she has decent pain tolerance. that ink must have taken awhile.]
I think you oughtta hit me with my car.
[he jerks his head. over on the side of the ride, the white mitsubishi lancer evolution stands out immediately from the other cars. anachronistic, out of place.]
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[a shrug rocks through kavinsky's bony shoulders. he's smiling in a way that fails to reach his eyes, somehow manages to look both bored and indulgent at the same time, while staring steadfastly at her. he's stereotyping based on his own culture, of course, but she looks like she knows fun people.
more important than that: she looks like she has decent pain tolerance. that ink must have taken awhile.]
I think you oughtta hit me with my car.
[he jerks his head. over on the side of the ride, the white mitsubishi lancer evolution stands out immediately from the other cars. anachronistic, out of place.]