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It really is.

I actually really like this car. Which is weird to say, considering it has anything to do with Kavinsky.

I don't completely hate him anymore. [She makes a face]

Technically it was his mom's before it ended up mine. [That's all he'll give her about that night. He's still trying to process all the crap that happened then.]

Me neither, I think.

Fine, you're the butler. [he smirks] Grab me a beer while you're up.

The butler's the best one. [He goes off to get Kavinsky a beer and a soda for himself, shaking up the can before he comes back, barely able to contain his smirk.] Will that be all, sir?

Still, it's a big, fancy, expensive car that I usually roll my eyes at, but this one is nice and calm at the same time it's fancy. In the world of big, expensive cars, you were gifted the right one.

Feels weird. Feels so weird to have a part of me that's contemplating being friendly.

I can make you a list of all the shit I need you to get done. My homework, for one. Learning Latin is taking up a whole hell of a lot of time and I don't.. [he opens the beer and it sprays all over him] You fucking dick! [He gapes] You did that on purpose!

I have no clue what you're talking about. [He's in position to get ready to run, though.]

Oh, you're in deep shit now. [First thing Kavinsky does is turn the can on Adam, flinging beer out at him, then he's grabbing at him so he can get the rest down Adam's shirt]

I am starting to get fond of it. Just a little.

We've actually spent time without fighting for real. I think that's the weirdest part.

Ah, you shit! [He's shaking the soda can now and cracking it open in Kavinsky's face.]

You should. I like it better than the BMW. [Kavinsky's car didn't register, really]

We haven't gotten that far yet, but it's less full on fighting and more bickering. Which, really, I'm not sure will ever go away. I actually kinda trust him, after everything the other day.

Fuck! Gross! [He coughs and laughs,trying to jam the can down Adam's shirt]

[But what about the Gray Man's ;_;?]

Yeah, he. He really stepped up, didn't he?

[Adam has a different tactic, just spraying him anywhere he can see an opening.]

[He's trying to block the sprays while taking Adam down, and he just gets sprayed a lot more in the face like that] I'm gonna... [cough cough] Get my bird to attack you, fuck face. In the middle of the night, or when you're taking a piss!

[She has completely forgotten about Mr. Gray's. Which does register higher than Kavinsky's, now that it's not white.]

He did. He could've failed miserably and just saved himself, or Ronan, but he took care of all of us. Weird.

Not gonna happen! [He splutters and just squeezes the rest over Kavinsky's head while trying to get the beer out of his shirt.] I feed it some of my food. Blowtorch loves me.

[Which he doesn't know for sure, but all's fair.]

[The fucking hair, Adam. Not the fucking hair] I'm gonna get you back two fold.

Wait... you do not feed Blowtorch! He doesn't like you at all! He knows who my friends and foes are. [He headbutts Adam to get all the shit off of his hair]

[He yelps and shoves Kavinsky back, finally fishing the can out and trying to get what little's left of it all over the other boy.] He especially likes ham and catching bugs downstairs. You sure it isn't a traitor?

God damn that is a pretty machine.

He sure as fuck isn't a traitor and he's only eating your ham so I can blame you when he turns into a carnivorous bird and eats all the rest of you. [He empties out the rest of his beer on Adam, too] You smell like a drunk!

Yeah. I'm starting to grow fond of her.

Or he actually is starting to change for the better. Which isn't to say it's not weird.

Starting to? I'd lick the shine off that paint if it was my car.

Also, thanks for the wet tee shirt contest. K wins, his shirt was white. Take note for next time.