[kavinsky is glaring knives at the side of murphy's head, then at a screaming child nearby, then at the sea in question. he also at some point produced a pistol from the back of his jeans. it isn't a good thing, but on the other hand, nor does he shoot anyone immediately or report that murphy also has a bullet perforated ass cheek to now attend to.]
I'm going to [look for him, is what kavinsky means to say. but then the towering death god steps out of nowhere and just like that, the adrenalinized urge to cap bitches tanks. by at least like fifty percent. abruptly, kavinsky realizes how much his foot hurts.] NO, [he says.] Where the fuck were you? What is this like your first time entering a magical alternate dimension with blood and jacked up shit everywhere. This motherfucker is trying to cut off my foot. [he waves his gun at murphy's head.
keeping cool is slightly more difficult when you give fucks about people. but on the other hand, kavinsky wasn't all that polite and validating even to people he was rescuing from nightmare monsters.]
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I'm going to [look for him, is what kavinsky means to say. but then the towering death god steps out of nowhere and just like that, the adrenalinized urge to cap bitches tanks. by at least like fifty percent. abruptly, kavinsky realizes how much his foot hurts.] NO, [he says.] Where the fuck were you? What is this like your first time entering a magical alternate dimension with blood and jacked up shit everywhere. This motherfucker is trying to cut off my foot. [he waves his gun at murphy's head.
keeping cool is slightly more difficult when you give fucks about people. but on the other hand, kavinsky wasn't all that polite and validating even to people he was rescuing from nightmare monsters.]