[kavinsky's eyes narrow thoughtfully. he looks left and right, across the desolate landscape. it's a far cry from the forest that he is accustomed to thieving out of. hard to imagine he could pull anything inspired out of this shithole.]
'Course it's you, princess.
[he finally picks a random direction and starts to walk. he doesn't look back at ronan, expecting the other boy to follow as much out of fear as out of inspiration. his shoes flatten the shape of his nike souls into finely ground substrate.] If it's in here, it's yours.
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'Course it's you, princess.
[he finally picks a random direction and starts to walk. he doesn't look back at ronan, expecting the other boy to follow as much out of fear as out of inspiration. his shoes flatten the shape of his nike souls into finely ground substrate.] If it's in here, it's yours.