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[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.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Yeah, sure. That's cool. [he shrugs. He can clean up just fine, when he wants to. he looks at the tank again, leaning in] Should I give Gansey a pet too? I only really thought of you.

[leylined]

I think you should ask Gansey first before you do, just so he doesn't freak out when there's a random animal in there. Maybe you can get him a cat? He looks like a cat person. Or an owl. [Both of those seem like very Gansey things. He would have suggested a raven, but Chainsaw may get jealous.]

[fucking_kavinsky]

He freaks out about a lot of things, huh. [He snorts] Cat and two birds might not be the best idea. Maybe I'll get him a hamster. Or a lizard. One of those dinosaur looking ones.

[leylined]

Not really. I think anyone would freak about a strange animal tearing their room up, though. [He hesitates for a moment, but he's done this to Ronan, too, so...] You're asking for this stuff, right?

[fucking_kavinsky]

Yeah, fish are chill, that's why I went with fish. [he snickers, then raises an eyebrow] Are you asking me if I'm stealing shit from my dream forest? Thanks a fucking lot, Parrish.

[leylined]

It's kind of my job. Trust, but verify.

[fucking_kavinsky]

Doesn't sound like trust to me. Just sounds like you're still questioning me after all the shit I've done, or help back on.

[leylined]

I've asked Lynch the same thing.

[fucking_kavinsky]

[he rolls his eyes] Sure you fucking did. Anyway, enjoy your stupid fish. [he sticks his middle finger right in Adam's face, then goes to the couch to play on his phone and wait for the food]

[leylined]

Ask him if you don't believe me. [He grunts in frustration when Kavinsky heads off and follows.] I asked him that the first few times he made stuff after he became the Greywaren. I still get on him whenever he makes something big. You wanted to be treated like everyone else here? Well, guess what? This is part of it.