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?
[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.
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.
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.]
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.
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?
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.
[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]
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.
Fuck that, dickhead. I don't need to be treated like everyone else. I'm better than you. [He mutters to himself, flopping down on the couch] And what if I was taking it? [he looks at Adam again] You don't get to tell me what to do. That place is my forest. It picked me, not you.
And I was the one that found it in the first place. The same power that makes that stuff for you is part of me that I can't get away from. And I'm sorry that I have to ask you rather than that, but not all of us are so lucky that it talks to them with words. Remember the stuff you saw in the motel? That's how it is any time the ley line wants me to do something. So yeah, it's easier asking these things to a Greywaren than the forests. And you should get that idea out of your head that it belongs to you. You're a favorite toy and useful tool for it.
Oh, boo fucking hoo. It's a wonder you have any friends when you say shit like that. [Cause really, telling him he's being used again? Not a very good move] I didn't fucking steal your god damn fish. I asked for them, I talked to it, in Latin. So go to hell.
[When has Adam ever not told it like it is? after watching everything come a part, of course. Honestly, he's ahead of the game this time around. Still, it hurts a bit when Kavinsky turns like this. They'd made progress and already it's Adam the one screwing it up. Fix it. Thing is, he doesn't know how.]
I'm sorry. [There's a tinge of fear to it, as well. Don't go back to how things were..] I was out of line.
[Kavinsky looks up from his phone to glare at Adam, then there's a knock on the door. He tosses his phone aside and goes to answer it, paying the guy a hundred for the bottle delivery and another hundred because he can.
He brings it all back over and sets it down on the table in front of the couch, then looks over at Adam again] You comin' to eat, or what? I'm not a fucking fatty, I can't eat all this by myself. [He holds the bottle of vodka out to him]
[Adam eyes him, then the bottle before reaching out and taking it into his own hands. It's some brand he hasn't heard of before but when he opens the bottle and doesn't detect any particular odor, he knows it's at the very least a good brand. Turns out his dad was good for something after all. Adam knocks back the bottle and takes a swallow. It goes down easily enough, but he chokes at the burn.]
[Kavinaky smirks, but he doesn't laugh. That would be counter productive] I can get you a mixer if you want. I think there's some Oj in the fridge. [He hops up and over the couch. Adam's apology was just fine. He's already over it]
[And Adam already feels a bit foolish for his overreaction, trying to smooth it over in his own mind.]
Please. [He takes another swig, and this time he's more prepared for the burn, enough to notice the warm feeling in his chest as it settles, and he smiles dumbly at the sensation before setting down the bottle and pulling out the food, separating the items.]
[Kavinsky knows how to hold grudges, but he's also pretty good at letting things go when he takes the time to be rational about them. This? Adam apologized, he can deal. Ronan turning him down that first time...well, everyone saw how he reacted. He regrets it now, but sometimes he doesn't make the best decisions.
Grabbing the carton of OJ from the fridge and a Solo cup, he takes the bottle of vodka back, pouring a very generous amount with some OJ and hands it back over, before taking his own few sips] Don't forget to save some fries for the fish.
At least they're not eating each other. Fish flakes are sometimes made out of other fish and that's just fucking creepy, if you ask me.
[He pours some vodka in a cup for himself, just so he can match Adam's cup, because he usually just drinks from the bottle] Course it's good. It's not that cheap shit. Plus, I made it. [He digs into your burger] You're gonna be a giggly drunk, I can tell.
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Date: 2014-12-05 09:39 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2014-12-06 05:44 am (UTC)I'm sorry. [There's a tinge of fear to it, as well. Don't go back to how things were..] I was out of line.
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Date: 2014-12-06 06:02 am (UTC)He brings it all back over and sets it down on the table in front of the couch, then looks over at Adam again] You comin' to eat, or what? I'm not a fucking fatty, I can't eat all this by myself. [He holds the bottle of vodka out to him]
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Date: 2014-12-07 05:40 am (UTC)Please. [He takes another swig, and this time he's more prepared for the burn, enough to notice the warm feeling in his chest as it settles, and he smiles dumbly at the sensation before setting down the bottle and pulling out the food, separating the items.]
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Date: 2014-12-07 05:46 am (UTC)Grabbing the carton of OJ from the fridge and a Solo cup, he takes the bottle of vodka back, pouring a very generous amount with some OJ and hands it back over, before taking his own few sips] Don't forget to save some fries for the fish.
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Date: 2014-12-07 03:51 pm (UTC)[He takes the cup and sips gingerly. There's a bit of a bite, sure, but it's negligible at best and he nods.] This is pretty good.
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Date: 2014-12-07 07:15 pm (UTC)[He pours some vodka in a cup for himself, just so he can match Adam's cup, because he usually just drinks from the bottle] Course it's good. It's not that cheap shit. Plus, I made it. [He digs into your burger] You're gonna be a giggly drunk, I can tell.
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Date: 2014-12-07 07:19 pm (UTC)[He smacks his hand lightly.] I am not.
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