[there are many kinds of sex robots, probably, and amanda is most likely not playing with any of them.
but kavinsky's here in the living room, laid out on the buxom couch. one skinny, denim-clothed leg flung up over the back of it and the other slung down. a foot resting on the boards, his head nestled in the crook of his arm. he's drinking what seems to be a smoothie, except-- well let's be real, no doubt blood of some origin is involved with it. the little bastard's a vampire now.]
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but kavinsky's here in the living room, laid out on the buxom couch. one skinny, denim-clothed leg flung up over the back of it and the other slung down. a foot resting on the boards, his head nestled in the crook of his arm. he's drinking what seems to be a smoothie, except-- well let's be real, no doubt blood of some origin is involved with it. the little bastard's a vampire now.]