[Kavinsky's face scrunched up. He was torn between wondering why the fuck anyone would be looking for him and semi-disappointed that he was going to have to stay alive and miserable like this.]
Why? What's it to you if I did?
[Setting himself on fire...alright, it sounded like a bad idea. A bad way to go about things if only because it'd hurt like a bitch. There were better ways to go, and he wasn't a stranger to trying them, if the faint scar on the inside of his left wrist said anything.]
Yeah, no shit that's what I meant.
[He wasn't patient, not today, but he waited without fussing all the same, if only because he was being offered exactly what he'd just wished he had. It took him a moment to decide what he wanted, hand outstretched, before he plucked a joint and the lighter, leaning back into the car. He was just about to light up when Dimitri spoke again, and he froze.
He didn't need this shit today, he didn't need...whatever this was. He was assuming it meant bad news for him; it usually did. There weren't a lot of bright points in his life that weren't chemical.]
The fuck's that mean?
[He leaned forward again so he could peer out the window. He wasn't playing stupid, but he wanted to know what the other boy knew before he potentially damned himself. He'd only brought Ronan to this place, a place for dreamers, a secret for the two of them. But apparently, it wasn't secret at all. He didn't know how he felt about that just yet; he was still deciding.]
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Why? What's it to you if I did?
[Setting himself on fire...alright, it sounded like a bad idea. A bad way to go about things if only because it'd hurt like a bitch. There were better ways to go, and he wasn't a stranger to trying them, if the faint scar on the inside of his left wrist said anything.]
Yeah, no shit that's what I meant.
[He wasn't patient, not today, but he waited without fussing all the same, if only because he was being offered exactly what he'd just wished he had. It took him a moment to decide what he wanted, hand outstretched, before he plucked a joint and the lighter, leaning back into the car. He was just about to light up when Dimitri spoke again, and he froze.
He didn't need this shit today, he didn't need...whatever this was. He was assuming it meant bad news for him; it usually did. There weren't a lot of bright points in his life that weren't chemical.]
The fuck's that mean?
[He leaned forward again so he could peer out the window. He wasn't playing stupid, but he wanted to know what the other boy knew before he potentially damned himself. He'd only brought Ronan to this place, a place for dreamers, a secret for the two of them. But apparently, it wasn't secret at all. He didn't know how he felt about that just yet; he was still deciding.]