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[pillz]

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[goldtoxicity]

[ he cracks a grin. ]

Nah, man, punk rock is my true calling!

[ but what is this??? where the fuck does kavinsky find these places? this is amazing. ]

[pillz]

[honestly, kavinsky just knows a lot of rich people. excess is their specialty.]

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.

[goldtoxicity]

Dude, I used to have a face full of metal. I wanted to get tattoos, too, but like...

[ 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?

[pillz]

Yeah, Blink 182 existed in my universe.

[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.

[goldtoxicity]

Yeah, so, the Anthem? That's my jam. And I'm probably getting killed by somebody so it fits.

[ 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. ]

[pillz]

[hmm. that makes sense of it. looking real trashy actually costs quite a chunk of change, give or take a little luck you don't contract pink eye at a disreputable place. middle class, trying for trash, could swing it.]

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.]

[goldtoxicity]

Yeah, honestly? That should've been the first clue I was a freak. Sterilization? Didn't know her.

[ 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

[pillz]

[the dream thief sniffs disdainfully.] Looking out for us, [he says.] Judging us. It's one of those thangs or the other. Either way, all your good and your bad are just little motes of dust tonight, baby.

[he yoinks the gold sealpup toward the house.]

You're gonna drink a fucking gallon of water, and then you're gonna dance.