[fucked up at school. kavinsky cocks his head, his eyes glittering like an alligator in the dark. drugs and alcohol can fuel a lot of fucked up behavior. kavinsky knows that better than most people.] Nah. I just needed a break. You'd get it if you had more money. [he shutters a shitty wink at lip from across the resting ipad.
tak tak tak. that's him tapping just a little bit more snowy powder residue down on the dark glass. it's only a second before the new addition is cut up into the existing lines too, as even as the knife of a butcher, scarcely a stray granule.]
What happen? You shoot up a school? [this is clearly the antisocial teenager concept of door-in-face technique. overshoot, risk offending, then cut it back to a safe medium. persuasion techniques out of many a managerial program textbook. kavinsky offers the other boy a slender red stirrer that he had summoned out of some hygienic place. up close, he smells like a nightmare of cigarettes and axe body spray.] Run over a kid in your car. [this is where they mock the squeamishness of the administration together.]
you can/should ignore this and me the rest of your life [yeti]
tak tak tak. that's him tapping just a little bit more snowy powder residue down on the dark glass. it's only a second before the new addition is cut up into the existing lines too, as even as the knife of a butcher, scarcely a stray granule.]
What happen? You shoot up a school? [this is clearly the antisocial teenager concept of door-in-face technique. overshoot, risk offending, then cut it back to a safe medium. persuasion techniques out of many a managerial program textbook. kavinsky offers the other boy a slender red stirrer that he had summoned out of some hygienic place. up close, he smells like a nightmare of cigarettes and axe body spray.] Run over a kid in your car. [this is where they mock the squeamishness of the administration together.]