[the things that kavinsky loves include the fact that one john murphy, intrepid spaceboy, now knows what godzilla is. it makes him laugh when the spoon suddenly sticks in his mouth, and hits the roof of his mouth and he almost gags on it. still smiling though, like a fucking idiot, his jaws pried open but his too-big lips bent wildly up into a jack-o'-lantern grin.
several events occur at once. he gets brain freeze. he gets his mouth off the spoon, swallows anyway. feels the cold burning its way down his throat, as he stoops into the friendly concave of murphy's body, sticks an arm through murphy's legs and wraps it around his leg, puts his own shoulder into murphy's gut and hoists. his head is screaming murder at him, vibrating with a very special dessert agony, but he ignores it, guffawing, sticky sweet dairy running out of his mouth. when murphy flails, his foot accidentally hits the round dish tray thing holding the ice cream cake, but luckily it just jumps an inch then lands again. plenty left to melt.]
Hrraaorrgh, [kavinsky exclaims to the empty apartment. which isn't entirely empty, to be fair. any number of weevils and small flowering plants say hello. but you know the funny thing, the carpet looks less mossy already, and the couch is entirely free of dust when kavinsky hurls his prey down into it.] I'm 2014 Godzilla-- taste my Atomic Breath, li'l baby cunt--
[uncomfortably, this means kavinsky pinching murphy's nipples through his shirt, leaning his weight down on his chest with the heels of his hands, and trying to drip ice cream saliva on his face.]
powerpose, lmk if not ok (cw c-word)
several events occur at once. he gets brain freeze. he gets his mouth off the spoon, swallows anyway. feels the cold burning its way down his throat, as he stoops into the friendly concave of murphy's body, sticks an arm through murphy's legs and wraps it around his leg, puts his own shoulder into murphy's gut and hoists. his head is screaming murder at him, vibrating with a very special dessert agony, but he ignores it, guffawing, sticky sweet dairy running out of his mouth. when murphy flails, his foot accidentally hits the round dish tray thing holding the ice cream cake, but luckily it just jumps an inch then lands again. plenty left to melt.]
Hrraaorrgh, [kavinsky exclaims to the empty apartment. which isn't entirely empty, to be fair. any number of weevils and small flowering plants say hello. but you know the funny thing, the carpet looks less mossy already, and the couch is entirely free of dust when kavinsky hurls his prey down into it.] I'm 2014 Godzilla-- taste my Atomic Breath, li'l baby cunt--
[uncomfortably, this means kavinsky pinching murphy's nipples through his shirt, leaning his weight down on his chest with the heels of his hands, and trying to drip ice cream saliva on his face.]