[the light plays over his arm, and kavinsky's testicles curl up and retreat into his body. it's against his nature to scream or cry except under the most impossibly pressing of all situations, and this isn't. the fear is like the vast majority of his emotions-- it rolls over him like a wave over sand, scattering him a little, but leaving him largely unchanged to the casual observer.
and then he exhales through his teeth. turns it into a smile, vulpine and fangy. he comes out of the stilted memory he'd been in, blinking out at the beach. nothing reassures him like deafening explosions, the stink of incineration. he steps up beside billy, looking out over the magical boy's hands, watching the way that the electricity splits and leaps and the sands of the actual beach begin to change. even to the eye of a casual observer.
it's getting shiny. he's into.]
Hey, when you and Teddy used to fuck, who fucked who?
cw sexual vulgarity
and then he exhales through his teeth. turns it into a smile, vulpine and fangy. he comes out of the stilted memory he'd been in, blinking out at the beach. nothing reassures him like deafening explosions, the stink of incineration. he steps up beside billy, looking out over the magical boy's hands, watching the way that the electricity splits and leaps and the sands of the actual beach begin to change. even to the eye of a casual observer.
it's getting shiny. he's into.]
Hey, when you and Teddy used to fuck, who fucked who?