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[Teddy vanishes through Billy's fingers and he looks stricken, torn up. He looks at Kavinsky, wide-eyed, and back down at his hands. The pigs are still fluttering about.
Then Billy's hands are over his face. He's not crying, but it's a close thing.]
Shit, shit, shit.
[And he looks back at Kavinsky, and reaches a hand out, as if to say, no, it's okay.]
Um, I should go back to the shop, right? Fuck.
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[kavinsky catches the other boy by the wrist, unconcerned. at this point in his life, he's very much under the impression that it'll take a great deal more than this to kill him. he tugs billy over, then promptly wraps his arm around the mutant's neck.]
We're going to the fucking beach. You're gonna see patterns in the sky and the fucking sea. I'm gonna get fifty vodkas with umbrellas in them.
[apocalypses never start at the beach, anyway. kavinsky's teeth are huge and white against his face.]
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And then Billy presses his forehead against Kavinsky's and breathes. No one has called him baby in a long time.]
Okay.
[And he'll go and ride out the rest of this high with K. Nothing bad happens on beaches.]