[He didn't notice anything different about Elijah's tattoos, but that might have been because he was captivated by his eyes. Something didn't seem entirely right about them, but Kavinsky had seen far, far stranger things than bright eyes.]
Yeah. Thanks.
[Kavinsky had been at odds with the whole still breathing thing since the 4th, on and off, but in the end, he guessed he was glad, too. He'd come so close to throwing everything away because of a boy, someone who clearly didn't seem to need him the same way he needed someone else like him. But maybe he could still have that--not with Lynch, but. Maybe, if he played his cards right (and he usually did).]
That's me. Guess you could say I'm kind of like royalty around here.
[He grinned, just for a moment. He was like Henrietta's dark king though, his kingdom the shadows and darkness. This place wouldn't be the same without him but he also wasn't stupid enough to think that anyone would genuinely miss him--they'd just miss what he could do for them.]
Do you want your flask back? I've been holding onto it.
[And usually, when something was left with him, he kept it. Like coats left behind at a party. But this was different, and he wanted to ask about more than just the flask. He wanted to ask what was in it, why it tasted like dreams--and he knew what they tasted like. He wanted to know what Elijah was, assuming he was anything at all and not just normal and powerless.]
:3
Yeah. Thanks.
[Kavinsky had been at odds with the whole still breathing thing since the 4th, on and off, but in the end, he guessed he was glad, too. He'd come so close to throwing everything away because of a boy, someone who clearly didn't seem to need him the same way he needed someone else like him. But maybe he could still have that--not with Lynch, but. Maybe, if he played his cards right (and he usually did).]
That's me. Guess you could say I'm kind of like royalty around here.
[He grinned, just for a moment. He was like Henrietta's dark king though, his kingdom the shadows and darkness. This place wouldn't be the same without him but he also wasn't stupid enough to think that anyone would genuinely miss him--they'd just miss what he could do for them.]
Do you want your flask back? I've been holding onto it.
[And usually, when something was left with him, he kept it. Like coats left behind at a party. But this was different, and he wanted to ask about more than just the flask. He wanted to ask what was in it, why it tasted like dreams--and he knew what they tasted like. He wanted to know what Elijah was, assuming he was anything at all and not just normal and powerless.]
Whatever's in it's got a kick.