[there's a needle of a flashlight beam in the dark, sweeping the ground, a split-second before it's suddenly shining directly into jesse's face. bright enough to blind him. footsteps come closer, but it's just the one set, two feet printing steps one after another on dark, alien turf. and underneath the noise of long strides--
— laughter, inevitably. and by now, maybe the sound of kavinsky's laughter is even familiar, low and raspy and racking, an oily sound despite how dry it is. like it badly needs moisturizer. his face emerges out of the harsh light a moment later, when he drops the flashlight a few inches, throws jesse a wave. he looks better than he had the last time they spoke, once upon a puke, not far from a ship's crashing.]
You could stick to well-lit areas, [he says.] Or carry a rape whistle.
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— laughter, inevitably. and by now, maybe the sound of kavinsky's laughter is even familiar, low and raspy and racking, an oily sound despite how dry it is. like it badly needs moisturizer. his face emerges out of the harsh light a moment later, when he drops the flashlight a few inches, throws jesse a wave. he looks better than he had the last time they spoke, once upon a puke, not far from a ship's crashing.]
You could stick to well-lit areas, [he says.] Or carry a rape whistle.