billy kaplan flying? kavinsky is impressed. he raises the sunglasses on his forehead, eyebrows hooking up high, and he leans forward to assure himself that-- what. there are no wires? of course there are no wires.
shit. in comparison to that, kavinsky swinging his legs over is profoundly boring. but it gets the job done, depositing him on the floor on the other side with a squeak of rubber on the floor. he follows billy toward the door, extricating a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.] Hey, Billy babe, [he calls out.] You want one?
[kavinsky's voice seems further away than it was before. the world is getting brighter-- something that cannot be accounted for entirely by the sunlight outside the shop. subtle patterns are lapping up in the grain of the sidewalk, and for a moment, the trees seem to be full of pinwheels.
and then, somewhere in the stream of pedestrians ahead, a flash of blond.]
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billy kaplan flying? kavinsky is impressed. he raises the sunglasses on his forehead, eyebrows hooking up high, and he leans forward to assure himself that-- what. there are no wires? of course there are no wires.
shit. in comparison to that, kavinsky swinging his legs over is profoundly boring. but it gets the job done, depositing him on the floor on the other side with a squeak of rubber on the floor. he follows billy toward the door, extricating a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.] Hey, Billy babe, [he calls out.] You want one?
[kavinsky's voice seems further away than it was before. the world is getting brighter-- something that cannot be accounted for entirely by the sunlight outside the shop. subtle patterns are lapping up in the grain of the sidewalk, and for a moment, the trees seem to be full of pinwheels.
and then, somewhere in the stream of pedestrians ahead, a flash of blond.]