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[goldtoxicity]

If you wanna, I guess.

Um... Damian's like, a pomeranian or something? Like, one of those little yappy dogs that thinks they're bigger than they are and like sitting in purses. Definitely.

[ he thinks for a minute. ]

It's not, like the type I pictured him with? David's got a thing for speedsters or something, and... [ pause. frown. there was someone else he had a crush on. right? in highschool? one of the teachers maybe? ] emotionally unavailable people? Who want to have fun but maybe don't like talking about feelings? And Damian's kinda like that so, yeah.

[pillz]

Are you contradicting yourself, or arriving at a destination, or is this druggo grammar?

[kavinsky sits up, stretches his arms above his head suddenly. his vertebrates pop, low but audible. his shoulders drop back into a comfortable balance the next moment. he reaches over to take josh's glass, which is mostly just ice now. he scoots his butt close and peers down into his golden face.]

So he is the type you pictured Dave with, or not? Sounds like the spirit is there, but the rest ain't? Guess the pom sounds like a little dog who doesn't know he's little.

[drug nonsense is easy for him. even when he's sober.]

[goldtoxicity]

All of the above?

[ he brings his hands up to rub the soft blanket against his cheeks, thoughtfully, but also just because it's fucking soft and perfect. ]

Um... So, David dated exactly one girl in highschool, and Noriko kind of - if she were a dog she'd be a pitbull. If she cares about you she'd do anything for you, but you cannot fuck with her or tell her what to do. She'll kick your ass, she'll tell you exactly what she thinks of you, and she'll do it loudly. She's a badass and, wow, I miss her? But I didn't know if they were gonna kill each other or hook up like, up until they started making out during a camping trip.

[ hm. ]

Damian's more... stable. I think he's a better fit. I'd just never have seen it coming.

[pillz]

[that sort of hangs together, kavinsky supposes. he should probably be writing this down. it'd make for a great fuzzfeed quiz. he'd be rich! even richer. he nods solemnly at these findings, arming himself with the personality secrets of the mutants that surround him lately.]

Now do you. And that ain't a wank joke.

[lulz.]

[goldtoxicity]

[ hahahah ha ha masturbation jokes. his gaze is drifting back up to the swimmers. ]

Yeah... I just want him to be happy.

[pillz]

[silence for a moment. a smile spreads over kavinsky's face.]

Cool, [kavinsky says.] Good job with the goodwill to mankind and magic is friendship. But I meant more like, you know.

Pick a dog for yourself.

[goldtoxicity]

Easy.

[ He points his thumbs towards himself in their little seal mitts. ]

Golden retriever? Duh.

powerposing a bit, lmk if not ok!

[pillz]

[josh is apparently not so high on drugs that he is completely divorced from reality. that's probably good. kavinsky's grin is cartoonishly, perhaps terrifyingly huge.]

That's riiiight.

[and with that, kavinsky attacks!

but not with serial killer knives or homophobic comments. instead, he leans over and squishes josh's waist through the plushy fabric of the blanket, and squeezes him, rolling the fluffy bundle of his body as if he is, indeed, a puppy.]

[goldtoxicity]

[ and he's laughing.

seriously laughing, because a) that feels fucking amazing, this blanket is amazing? he wants ten. and b ) what the actual fuck. he's reduced to helpless giggling, baby kicking his feet a little as he struggles with the nubbins of his hands to get free and away. ]

[pillz]

[blanket burritos make people tiny, and in a world of tiny people, joseph kavinsky feels more powerful!! a perception and experience that is, for once, not totally gross of him.

he stops trying to pry josh's golden love handles after a few minutes, settles instead for squeezing him in a two-man dogpile of a bearhug, whilst also low-key chomping his head -- hair? -- and roaring in his ear. he only manages to bellow for about a minute before he, too, dissolves into laughter.

joseph kavinsky sounds like a maniac when he laughs, though. a jackal sending peals across the savannah, heralding death and disease and and buoyant stench. maniacal car wrecks and deranged magic. that's what that laugh means.

but josh is on drugs, so he might be forgiven for missing that.]

Gold-plated retriever, [he informs josh, without letting go.]

[goldtoxicity]

[ the kid hails from comic books, where villainous laughs are just par the course. every anti-hero has one, every villain chortles, and every hero has a break where that bubbles out. the nature of that laugh barely registers,

he's not going to complain about being clung to. he even leans into it, unable to really do much hugging back due to the blanket entrapping his limbs, but he's absolutely delighted with the attention. physical affection, physical contact, of any kind is good for him. and, you know, anyone who happens to be touching him. enjoy that pleasant biokinetic tingle any time skin happens to brush skin.

the laughter dies down and he lets out a contented sigh. ]

Soooo... what kinda dog are you?

[pillz]

'Bout time you asked, [kavinsky says. he climbs off the soft grey lump of josh's body, and slides his feet onto the lounge floor.] But actually, you're the one who's supposed to decide. Remember? C'mon. We're going somewhere else, you can think about it while I walk.

[that's while i walk, not while we walk. because kavinsky is then turning his back toward the healer boy, sticking his arms out sideways, making his intention to piggyback carry his friend quite clear.]

[goldtoxicity]

What am I, the dog-father?

[ terrible joke. absolutely dreadful. but he's getting the picture, laughing again as he climbs onto kavinsky's back, wrapping blanketed arms loosely around his neck. ]

Where we goin?

[pillz]

Still deciding. I'm just over it, in here. Say good-bye to the nice merboy, Foley.

[there's a tiny asian twinky one swimming above them. watching them go, waving a pale hand.]

You're just the one on drugs, sweetheart. Dogfather fits just fine.

[goldtoxicity]

[ welp. bye dude. he gives a wave with a nubbin. ]

Hmm... You gotta be one big enough to ride on.

[pillz]

[kavinsky pauses in order to boost josh, hitching him up higher on his waist. he tightens his grip on josh's lil leggies.]

Or I could be a cat, [he speculates, walking out. because he has to be #unique, you see. but he also doesn't mind the concept of being a doggo big enough to ride on. that sounds powerful and intimidating; he likes being powerful and intimidating.] Karakachans are from Buglaria, I could be one of those. You ever seen one?

[he steps out into the night, the cold air poking at josh's cheeks. the blanket prevents the rest of him from feeling much of a change.]

[goldtoxicity]

Mmnah... Closest I've ever been to Bulgaria was Croatia, and we definitely didn't get any, uh... kakarachins [ he tried ] in my parta New York.

[ a cat's kinda fitting though. he thinks on it for a minute. ]

Maybe you're a panther.

[pillz]

[a panther? he could get behind that. he drives a jaguar, after all. he hums thoughtfully, growing just momentarily distracted when he has to make eye contact with the valet, nod at the man to get him to scuttle off and get them the sleek two-door car in question.]

I like that.

[he moves out onto the pavement to wait for the car, turning his head to peek at josh over his shoulder.] But you can't walk a panther. [he gasps dramatically. oh noes.]

[goldtoxicity]

Well, not with that attitude.

[ he readjusts his grip on his neck. ]

You just gotta be persistent.

mild powerpose lmk if not ok

[pillz]

[the jaguar comes purring up the street. the valet exits the vehicle, explains that the keys are in the car, and kavinsky nods at him.

the dream thief walks around the nose of his car, then leans over to sit josh down on the hood of the coupe. he opens the passenger side, then motions for the golden boy to toddle into the seat. k will shut the door once he's in, circle back around to climb into the driver's seat.]

Suddenly, [he says, starting the engine,] Joshua Foley is our local fucking expert on the can-do attitude.

[goldtoxicity]

[ back in the seat, still bundled up in the blanket (hopefully they don't want this back, it's his now) he slides into the passenger seat and makes sure to buckle himself in. ]

I'm just saying. Getting people to come around's usually just, like, not giving up on them? So like you could definitely get a panther leash trained with enough positive reinforcement.

[ pause ]

Or someone who talks to animals.

[pillz]

[the couple vibrates gently, low and feline. kavinsky cranes his head to check his mirrors, then peels out again as abruptly as before, lurching josh gently against the leather seat that holds him.]

What if the panther says, 'fuck youuu,' then leans over and bites off Dolittle's face?

[he toggles the radio onto some trancey electronica shit. the beat blips and throbs gently through the air, shimmering over josh's skin.]

[goldtoxicity]

[ hhhhhh not thinking is great why didn't he befriend a reality warper years ago.

except maybe his driving needs work. except this is thrilling? yeah, this is good. great. ]

Eh... That falls under acceptable risk.

[pillz]

[kavinsky's driving is fucking impeccable, thanks, shut up. (no.)]

You're lucky I'm babysitting you, and not David, [kavinsky says.] 'Cause that ain't an acceptable risk. [it's probably not a good sign, when even joseph kavinsky thinks one of your choices is unacceptably risky. on the other hand, what are they even talking about now. walking real live panthers, or the metaphorical panther that is the young man currently driving this car?]

How are you feeling? [he asks.] Do you feel like doing something or doing nothing. Talking lots or more like music? [people are all kinds of different when they're rolling.]

[goldtoxicity]

David worries too much. [ no, david worries just the right amount. josh scrunches up his face and scratches his nose with a still blanketed hand. ] I lived in, like, literal rubble for a while, and my powers are crazy good. I know what is and isn't risky. S'why the government's out to get me.

[ that... sure is a sentence. is it a coherent one? who fucking knows.. ]

Dunno? Up to you.