[kavinsky looks at the hallucination in a calculating manner. or he just looks at the hallucination and that's just kind of how his eyes are shaped, how his brain works. like a rattlesnake watching the neon rainbow of its heat vision twist around inkblots and resolve into horizons.
gansey has kind of big shoulders, actually.
after a moment, philosophically, kavinsky offers a skinny hand. teddy takes it without hesitation. he is a nice guy. (also like gansey.) (not that kavinsky is making such assumptions necessarily— halucino-teddy also has bat wings, and his thoughts are stereotyped enough that he necessarily thinks there are infernal connotations.)]
Is that a mononym? [teddy asks, grinning.] Cher, Madonna. Kavinsky.
Man fuck you. I'm not that kinda queer. [kavinsky wrinkles his nose. doesn't notice, or doesn't care when teddy's smile vanishes and his hand tightens a little around billy.] It's Joseph Kavinsky. How long you fucks been together, anyway?
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gansey has kind of big shoulders, actually.
after a moment, philosophically, kavinsky offers a skinny hand. teddy takes it without hesitation. he is a nice guy. (also like gansey.) (not that kavinsky is making such assumptions necessarily— halucino-teddy also has bat wings, and his thoughts are stereotyped enough that he necessarily thinks there are infernal connotations.)]
Is that a mononym? [teddy asks, grinning.] Cher, Madonna. Kavinsky.
Man fuck you. I'm not that kinda queer. [kavinsky wrinkles his nose. doesn't notice, or doesn't care when teddy's smile vanishes and his hand tightens a little around billy.] It's Joseph Kavinsky. How long you fucks been together, anyway?