[it's like swallowing sawblades. bitter and painful in a way that would've made kavinsky spit, once. but now he just drinks the drink that i think somewhere vex made for him, listens to his heart pounding in his own head. the only people he knows who don't want that are the ones who just want to die.]
Would you be friends with him? If he showed the fuck up and that's what he wanted.
[ no, it was just a bottle of liquor which is close enough because it was the best Vex could do given the circumstances. He hadn't mixed a proper drink since Pandemonium. That was neither here nor there, as Kavinsky threw him a question that he didn't like. ]
Hypotheticals are shit, luv. He isn't showing up. But if you're asking me if I'd try to be "just friends" with someone I wanted something more from, I suppose I'm already doing that.
[the question is neatly sidestepped. kavinsky stares blankly into the space where it had stood. that's the answer, isn't it? better dead than friends. too difficult to conceptualize a universe where things were different. there are other versions to try-- different versions of mark, earlier timelines, even, but he doesn't. maybe at one point, they were the kinds of friends who could talk about things, but that clearly isn't in the cards now.]
Sure, [he says.] I'll see you around, Vex. Can I take this? [he taps the bottle.]
[ Was Vinny really asking if he could take a random bottle of booze from him? Vex's stare was incredulous. ]
Uh, no, it's my most precious bottle? Yeah, of course you can take it. Take the lot.
[ He made a sweeping gesture at his cluttered living space, bottle after bottle in various places- most of them empty, but still. He hated that Vin was leaving so he was getting a bit snippy about it. ]
[the vampire baby's eyes narrow slightly. it'd be easy to pitch a fit.
but it wouldn't actually. he's tired. in his brain and his heart and every other thing in between. it's been the story of his life since eudio, to have learned something about friendship in exchange for failing to launch the romance he used to obsess over.
he probably should give it a break, really. he will. but for now, he just snatches the bottles off the bar. as confessions of love go, it probably could've gone worse-- and he'll appreciate that later, maybe after all this liquor is inside his person.]
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Would you be friends with him? If he showed the fuck up and that's what he wanted.
[he keeps his face still. he watches vex's face.]
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Hypotheticals are shit, luv. He isn't showing up. But if you're asking me if I'd try to be "just friends" with someone I wanted something more from, I suppose I'm already doing that.
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Sure, [he says.] I'll see you around, Vex. Can I take this? [he taps the bottle.]
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Uh, no, it's my most precious bottle? Yeah, of course you can take it. Take the lot.
[ He made a sweeping gesture at his cluttered living space, bottle after bottle in various places- most of them empty, but still. He hated that Vin was leaving so he was getting a bit snippy about it. ]
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but it wouldn't actually. he's tired. in his brain and his heart and every other thing in between. it's been the story of his life since eudio, to have learned something about friendship in exchange for failing to launch the romance he used to obsess over.
he probably should give it a break, really. he will. but for now, he just snatches the bottles off the bar. as confessions of love go, it probably could've gone worse-- and he'll appreciate that later, maybe after all this liquor is inside his person.]
Later, Vex.