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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.

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fucking_kavinsky

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.

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leylined

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.

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fucking_kavinsky

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.

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leylined

[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.

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fucking_kavinsky

[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]

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leylined

[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.]

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fucking_kavinsky

[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]

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leylined

[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.]

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fucking_kavinsky

[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.

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leylined

Of course. Can't forget the fish. [He laughs in his own quiet, breathy way.] Somewhere in the world, an Englishman weeps at the irony.

[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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fucking_kavinsky

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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leylined

Well, what else are they gonna eat? And I'm not talking about your rainbow fish, either.

[He smacks his hand lightly.] I am not.

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fucking_kavinsky

They're gonna eat some fucking fries! [He laughs] What are you talking about, then?

You so fucking are. [he snorts] I can already see it on your face.

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leylined

Regular fish. You know, ones that weren't shrunk to 1/100th size and colored by children? [He's just being argumentative. He loves them already.]

Care to make it a wager? If I keep drinking to the point I get drunk and it turns out I'm not giggly, you're washing all the cars for a week without help. And you have to be nice to Blue the whole time.

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fucking_kavinsky

Hey, fuck you. Those bitches are beautiful. You're gonna dream about the dream fish they're so awesome.

[He raises a very high eyebrow] I have to be nice to Blue? Get a hold of yourself, man. The rest, fine.

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leylined

Says you.

It's not supposed to be fun for you, but fine. But you have to do it in nothing but your underwear. While wet.

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fucking_kavinsky

Yes, says me.

[He snorts, taking another long sip of his drink] This is your excuse to perv on me, isn't it.

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leylined

We've established already that your taste in most things is awful, though.

It's my excuse to give you the flu.

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fucking_kavinsky

Don't be jealous, Parrish. You love my things.

Wet underwear, leaning over cars. That's like every boy's dream. Your dreams are just more gay. It's a shame you wont get to see it though, cause you're gonna be giggly as fuck. Now drink up.

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leylined

I love some of your things. The rest are pretty bad.

Yeah, I'm not gonna be perving over you and your shriveled winter balls. Sorry. [He takes the cup, still and refills it, drinking between bites.]

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fucking_kavinsky

Name one bad thing.

Hey! My balls are not shriveled or wintery. They're pretty fucking warm and comfortable.

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leylined

Murder Squash. Your hair. The decals on your car. The rest of your music. Your decoration priorities.

They will be soon enough. [He jiggles the solo cup tauntingly.]

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fucking_kavinsky

Those are the best fucking things about me, take that back, dickhead.

You better not be lame even when drunk. That would be so disappointing.

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leylined

I bet you think flame graphics actually make the car go faster.

I'm not lame! Just because I don't need to race or get drunk to have fun doesn't mean I'm lame. [He actually does like racing, he's just still pretty crappy at driving standard and would rather be the passenger.]