[kavinsky has been worrying. which is to say that kavinsky had been diligently, forcefully not-worrying, choosing instead to channel his nervous energy into slapping weird forest bugs, bitching about how green everything smells, and the necessity of using leaves to wipe ass, and bitchy frustration that aric and murphy were exponentially better at outdoorsmanship than he is.
now that he's in the city, his not-worrying has intensified. the number of available distractions has increased helpfully! he's been wandering through the creeper-ridden buildings, stealing what he likes, and irate that stealing doesn't feel so much, gratifyingly, like stealing when nobody technically owns this shit in the first place. yes, it's pointlessly neurotic and stupid to follow these trains of thought. but let's be honest. it's a lot more comfortable to dwell on these idiotic notions than to think about eudio collapsing in on itself and everybody he loved there.
he's in an abandoned apartment. he shoves the windows open and takes a deep breath of too-clean air. trying to picture himself living in this one, the third floor, unit 3f, when he looks down and]
Rafaello! [the baby unicorn jumps on its hooves.] Look out! Look up!
[there's a boy in the sky. kavinsky, all skinny bones and garish tattoos, crashing down toward the vampire, in full expectation that his mother will catch him.]
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now that he's in the city, his not-worrying has intensified. the number of available distractions has increased helpfully! he's been wandering through the creeper-ridden buildings, stealing what he likes, and irate that stealing doesn't feel so much, gratifyingly, like stealing when nobody technically owns this shit in the first place. yes, it's pointlessly neurotic and stupid to follow these trains of thought. but let's be honest. it's a lot more comfortable to dwell on these idiotic notions than to think about eudio collapsing in on itself and everybody he loved there.
he's in an abandoned apartment. he shoves the windows open and takes a deep breath of too-clean air. trying to picture himself living in this one, the third floor, unit 3f, when he looks down and]
Rafaello! [the baby unicorn jumps on its hooves.] Look out! Look up!
[there's a boy in the sky. kavinsky, all skinny bones and garish tattoos, crashing down toward the vampire, in full expectation that his mother will catch him.]