[Kavinsky didn't have a single flying fuck of an idea what was going on. He trusted Adam when he said something was wrong but he didn't know what he meant by both of us and- nothing made any sense. While Adam was scrying and doing...whatever it was he was doing, Kavinsky sat in bed in his boxers, waiting, not impatient, just...worried.
So when Adam- when he, what? Teleported? Changed places without moving? And suddenly had Ronan with him? Kavinsky flinched. He worked hard to be a tough guy who wasn't startled by anything but there was only Adam- and Ronan. And Kavinsky trusted both of them. Not only that, but Adam was glowing? Question mark? And there was flora all over the floor and Ronan was drenched and-]
What the fuck?
[Kavinsky didn't move. Not yet. He was used to strange and unusual things. He, himself, was strange and unusual. Sometimes, there were still things that caught him off guard, though. This was one of them.]
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So when Adam- when he, what? Teleported? Changed places without moving? And suddenly had Ronan with him? Kavinsky flinched. He worked hard to be a tough guy who wasn't startled by anything but there was only Adam- and Ronan. And Kavinsky trusted both of them. Not only that, but Adam was glowing? Question mark? And there was flora all over the floor and Ronan was drenched and-]
What the fuck?
[Kavinsky didn't move. Not yet. He was used to strange and unusual things. He, himself, was strange and unusual. Sometimes, there were still things that caught him off guard, though. This was one of them.]