Genital solidarity is good solidarity, [kavinsky says, after a moment. at this point, even he probably has to start to admit at some point that this conversation is stupid.] That's good information according to my fucking daemon. [said daemon looks at kavinsky, her ears flattening slightly, exasperated in a way that looks slightly foreign to dogs. she has never imparted information about genitals. that's not f.a.t.e.s.' agenda, or hasn't been thus far.

this is fine. kavinsky puffs his cigarette, the tip glowing a hard orange.]

Kavinsky, [he says, after he exhales again. smoke uncurls from his nose like a dragon. he puts out a hand to shake.] Who the fuck are you?