[kavinsky puts his head to the side. stares at the redhead contemplatively. it's not that he has no manners whatsoever, of course, he can also write and do basic arithmetic as well. it's just that he's really rusty, you see. and a little prideful.
but mostly, he doesn't give much of a fuck either way.]
Please, mister. [he makes his voice plaintively, bizarrely small, his eyes starting to crease into laughter again.] I'll trade you for it, anything you want.
cw underage creepyness!!!!
but mostly, he doesn't give much of a fuck either way.]
Please, mister. [he makes his voice plaintively, bizarrely small, his eyes starting to crease into laughter again.] I'll trade you for it, anything you want.