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[leylined]

[He runs a finger along one of the corners of the tank reverently, and a good amount of the fish immediately swim to that edge, following the digit in curiosity, causing Adam to laugh his pleasure.] I really don't know what to say. Thank you.

[fucking_kavinsky]

[He shrugs] It was no big deal, really. I didn't even intend it to be that. [He waves his hand toward it. He's glad it is though, cause it does look cool and Adam looks pretty pleased] Are you gonna name them?

[leylined]

[He looks them over a minute before a stupid idea pops up. Then again, they are dream things. He points them out as he dubs them.] Yeah. Drillbit. Soldering Iron. Nailgun. Sledgehammer. Socket Wrench. Shovel. Axel. Fuel pump. Intake. Piston. Brakepad. Jumper Cable.

[fucking_kavinsky]

[Kavinsky finally steps inside the room again, going over to the tank, raising his eyebrows at the names. He laughs] Oh, fuck. That's perfect. We have like, the manliest man fucking pets ever. Except Chainsaw, she's like, the leader of the fucking pack.

[leylined]

She is. [He lets out a small laugh as he remembers Chainsaw's first days. How ugly it'd been as Ronan toted her everywhere, feeding her crushed up worms inside his backpack and how much she'd changed since then.] On the one hand, I'm kind of sad that they can't really go anywhere with us. On the other, it's probably for the best with how many there are. This really is awesome.

[fucking_kavinsky]

You never know, they might be able to breathe outside water. They're fucking magical dream fish and my head is full of fucking wonders. [He smirks, then taps lightly at the glass and glances at Adam] This doesn't mean anything, okay? I felt sorry for you, that's all.

[leylined]

I'm still not going to test it. [He smirks and glances at Kavinsky before looking at the fish again.] Of course. I wouldn't think otherwise.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Fair enough. [He gives a good, big nod] Alright. Good. Cool. I dunno what they eat, but probably fries.

[leylined]

I don't think they eat fries. [They totally eat fries, don't they?] I'll go to the pet store, get some food for them.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Oh, these little fuckers eat fries, trust me. [He knocks Adam's shoulder with his] They'll eat anything we eat, just watch them.

[leylined]

You fed them fries.

[fucking_kavinsky]

They like fries, man. Don't you trust me!? [He chuckles] That was one of the things I thought of when I created them. Fries for food.

[leylined]

I'm going to have the world's first fat fish. Cause of death is going to be heart attack.

On a fish.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Would you rather have them eat each other? [He snorts, puling his phone out] I'm ordering food. You want anything?

[leylined]

What are you ordering?

[fucking_kavinsky]

[He shrugs, leaning against the wall, watching the fish] Fries, obviously. Some big ass fucking juicy burgers. And like, I dunno, something we can mix vodka in. You're getting fucking drunk tonight.

[leylined]

Get me something with bacon in it, then. I haven't had bacon in ages. And I don't drink.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Loading on the bacon. [He makes a face at Adam] Come on, dude. Live a little. Just have a drink. We'll drink to the fish.

[leylined]

One drink. One. And then you never bother me about it again.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Just one? Uh... no. A bunch, and then I never bother you about it again.

[leylined]

[He sighs.] One for sure, and we see from there.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Deal. [He grabs Adam's hand and shakes it, which pretty much seals any kind of deal, cause those are the rules. Then he calls in an order of double fries, double burgers with extra bacon and if they deliver a decent bottle of vodka along with that, he'll pay an extra hundred, cause that's how he rolls] Seriously, you've never gotten drunk before? I don't even understand this.

[leylined]

My dad drinks a lot. [It's the only explanation he gives, but that should be enough with what Kavinsky knows to explain his hesitance.]

[fucking_kavinsky]

[he eyes Adam, then nods] Okay. I get that.

But you're not him. And... I'm not my dad either, so we're not gonna fuck shit up this time. We're just gonna hang out and be cool and possibly even have fun while drunk, so it's not gonna be anything close to what your dad was. Okay?

[leylined]

[He closes his eyes for a moment and rests his hand against the glass surface of the tank as the words sink in. It's one of the hardest things for him to accept, especially when his rage flashes out of his control. Kavinsky really hasn't seen too much of it after their first few encounters, but that doesn't change the belief that he's tainted. To be a Parrish is to be a monster. But he can still try to be better than that. He lets go of the breath and nods quietly.] Okay. Fine. But we have to clean up afterward. The mess is killing Gansey.