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That is incredibly nerdy, [he says.] I dig it. We should probably start a band, with all our spirit dogs in the logo. Hey, hey. Before I forget--
[he sneaks tattooed fingers into the storage cubby between their bucket seats. he pulls out a dummy. a pacifier. one of them little suckers normally given to children. this one is a festive neon blue. and has a string on it, in case josh would rather suspend it around his neck for the drive.]
Bruxism.
[one of the funny side-effects. that josh could probably dial back with biokinesis, if he wanted to, but it's also part of the classic experience, really.]
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[ HOLY SHIT IT HAS NEVER OCCURRED TO HIM THAT THIS IS A POSSIBILITY. BAND??? they could be famous. famouser. he doesn't know how to play a single instrument but WHO NEEDS TO DO THAT when you can just be shirtless and hot. okay this idea might be getting away from him. he takes the pacifier - slightly confused until he gets the explanation - his history with drug use was a lot less well prepared for. which, you know, makes sense with the biokinesis. any negative side-effects can be reverted and it never lasts long enough for him.
except, uh. for this.
goddamn magic is great. love magic. wizards and dream thieves rule.
he loops it around his neck. ]
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Sure, [he says.] We can start a band. I call drums.
[smashing drums. like smashing. hot boys? skulls? he could probably figure it out. he's had a fleeting dalliance with music before, as does any young thing who owns a stereo, enjoys an edgelord musical niche, and had money to burn.
shirtless and hot. that seems somewhat at odds with his millionaire philanthropist whatever something image. he'll worry about it when josh is sober.]
Tell me about the music, [he says. they have about twenty minutes, speeding through the dark. forest growing denser around them, skeletal trees mingling with conifers, until they're going up a broad road with what is, unmistakably, an enormous old plantation house at the end. grand steepled roof and white colonnade, climbing ivy, a sprawling green lawn. it looks like it's out of a movie.
except of course, in a movie, the windows wouldn't be aglow with neon pink light and an erratic strobe effect, subwoofer sound pulsing gently at a distance.]
You're gonna sing some cheesy-ass love songs, aren't you?
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Nah, man, punk rock is my true calling!
[ but what is this??? where the fuck does kavinsky find these places? this is amazing. ]
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Punk rock, punk rock, [he says.] Joshua Foley and punk rock. I guess I can see it. [there's a lopsided smile on his face. he pulls up next to one of the other cars parked on the grass, just behind a snarl of trees.]
What would you sing if it was your last night on Earth? This Earth.
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[ hard to do when you'll heal them.. and a waste of money. ]
Um... [ hm, that's a good question. he peers up at the sprawling building. ] Did Blink-182 exist in your universe?
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[there's a lopsided smile on k's face as he hits the unlock buttons for the doors. slides out. there's crickets playing music under the human music. he slides on out.]
I remember your face full of metal. Aren't piercings like, pretty fucking expensive? I thought you was close to trailer trash, Joshy.
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[ oof. can he figure out how to walk? probably. let's give it a go here as he steps out. ]
And, two misconceptions there. One, it's only pricey if you go to good places. Two, [ he laughs ] dude my parents were, like, middle class trying really hard to be upper middle class. [ that's being kind of generous. he laughs again. ] I was the trashy one. My brothers are an investment banker and a lawyer. There's a big age gap between us. [ like that explains anything about what he just said. maybe it does? he doesn't know, it does to him.
he leans against the car, looking up at the sky for a minute and then back over at the enormous house. ]
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I'm glad your nose didn't fucking fall off, ring and all. Congrats.
[kavinsky loops an arm around the nubby seal's velveteen shoulders and ushers him a few steps toward the house, away from the car. but not before he glances up too. they're far enough from the city now that some stars have come out into view.]
They're looking down at you, and your problems look as small as they do. [philosphical, natch. it's easy with people on drugs.]
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[ leaning pretty comfortably against him and letting himself be led. that's so deep kavinsky, he nods sagely. because he was thinking about spaceships and worrying about asteroid m in the wake of whats coming down the pipeline for them, and now he's thinking that starts are all friendly friends who are kindly judgey but always there for you. ]
'm glad they're always up there to watch out for us.
angling toward a fade
[he yoinks the gold sealpup toward the house.]
You're gonna drink a fucking gallon of water, and then you're gonna dance.