[Kavinsky eyed him for a long moment, considering Ronan and then the sunglasses. They were even better than his previous attempt at them, he thought, but that wasn't what Ronan was supposed to be dreaming.]
Good job, man.
[He said slowly, reaching out to flick his fingertips against the side of Ronan's sunglasses. He was more or less unfazed by the shove, was instead much more interested in how close the other boy was. Kavinsky leaned in closer, nearly nose-to-nose with Ronan as he smirked.]
What the fuck are you doing dreaming about me?
[It was a tease and a taunt and a challenge all in one. Ronan was supposed to be dreaming Gansey's balls back for him, but apparently dreaming K's sunglasses was more important. Or more enticing, either way. Of course, Kavinsky also liked to believe the sunglasses weren't just fashionable, they were functional, too. The light hurt when he was high; wearing them had become a habit, even when he was sober.]
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Good job, man.
[He said slowly, reaching out to flick his fingertips against the side of Ronan's sunglasses. He was more or less unfazed by the shove, was instead much more interested in how close the other boy was. Kavinsky leaned in closer, nearly nose-to-nose with Ronan as he smirked.]
What the fuck are you doing dreaming about me?
[It was a tease and a taunt and a challenge all in one. Ronan was supposed to be dreaming Gansey's balls back for him, but apparently dreaming K's sunglasses was more important. Or more enticing, either way. Of course, Kavinsky also liked to believe the sunglasses weren't just fashionable, they were functional, too. The light hurt when he was high; wearing them had become a habit, even when he was sober.]