[a mouse is probably the wrong thing to be, where kavinsky is involved. he's more like a cat than a person, much of the time. and not a nice cat. a mean one, claws out and fangs sharp, carrying some kind of fucked up contagion, probably.]

I like it when skinny queer boys like to watch, [he says. and he shows teeth. even though the fangs are strictly metaphorical, there's something sharp about his grin. he leans forward, near enough that the witch boy can smell the cigarettes off his breath and see his pupils blown out huge and hazy from the drugs.] You know, they like it when there's a little bit of fucking spontaneity. I'm thinking-- [he takes another half a step forward. the toe of his shoe drifts in between the toes of credence's shoes.

he's barely blinking. it's his superpower.]

You wanna be in the passenger seat with me? They got a lot of girls with no titties can do the other kid's car.