[kavinsky arches one dark eyebrow, glancing at the other magical boy just briefly. he digs up his second blob of glass, which is warm too. hot, even. but he hoists it up in his hand and then compares it to the one he already has.]

Well shit. [is the toilet seat thing real? kavinsky has no idea if it's real. it's interesting, if it's real.] Obviously, the old cunt doesn't think your power is actually fucking useless. He's just getting you where it hurts. [kavinsky wipes his nose with his wrist, and then he walks over to start pushing other pieces of glass together with his feet. they're going to make a creepy altar out here. celebrate billy kaplan's transition into evil.] Guess you got a couple of options.

Hatefuck him and-or his husband, [kavinsky squints at the thought. he's not sure billy has the chops for that, but billy is currently melting a beach with controlled lightning, so.] Or find out where he hurts. Hit that instead. Which could be hatefucking him and-or his husband, but there's probably some other shit.