[and with that, the punk screaming in the middle of the street stops screaming. he stops, his narrow frame locking stiff and straight, like somebody jabbed him in the kidneys with a hypo. it can't be. don't the people with disability usually die, expendable? he turns slowly, his dark eyes getting bigger in his head right up until he sees her. he knows that girl, with her long brown hair and oval face, her lanky limbs and needlessly self-deprecating smile. he used to affectionately bully that.]

Mary's sweet virgin cunt. [his voice erupts in the quiet of the overgrown street. too loud. a set of nesting birds in the windows of a nearby building goes flying off, panicked. kavinsky ignores them, running to meet the girl and her lame fee-fees.] Holy shit! You're not a gimp again. Holy shit. [the eevee marks amanda as amanda, which is good because he's already pulled a gun on one traveler from eudio and that was probably enough. the instant he's in arm's reach, well-- nothing changes. he keeps coming.

and it's not until he's properly invaded her space that he drags her narrow waist into a hug. hoisting her right off the pavement, if he can.] Amanda fucking Perry. Right? Amanda fucking Perry.