[kavinsky glances across the rest of the cocoons in a moment. his eyes sharpen, flatten, then brighten again, and then he looks back at the woman. but he doesn't mention them. necrotic juice. who needs more than that?
not him. not for awhile, anyway. he's a distractible character.]
Suits me just fine, kittentits, [he says.] When we gonna do the paperwork?
no subject
not him. not for awhile, anyway. he's a distractible character.]
Suits me just fine, kittentits, [he says.] When we gonna do the paperwork?