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[unaffluent]

Who: Adam Parrish & anyone
When: Throughout March
Where: Kauto R2
What: catchall for adam at work and basically not at home
Warnings: none for now, watch subject lines



Garage

[Adam could have stayed working on St. Monmouth and easily made more than enough money since Ronan is basically a bottomless well of it but there's something that's important to him about making his own way, establishing independence and a job goes a long way with that. So, he'd found the equivalent of an auto shop in R2 and while he'd had to expand his mechanical knowledge to a whole new slew of things it was a good job and he'd go home every day feeling satisfied.

So, either you're looking for Adam Parrish or you're looking to get something fixed. Either way, he'll half look up when you come in.]

What can I help you with?

Wildcard

[Sometimes he finds lunch out and about so feel free to run into him like that or hit me up with whatever. Message me at poetanarchy if you want to discuss something.]

Comments

[pillz]

[the feeling might be mutual. actually the feeling is definitely mutual, but kavinsky isn't too bothered with or by it right now. it's been a few months since ronan tried to murder him, and he understands the process of ageing revenge better than he does fine wine.

he ends up sitting on a step stool not too far away, his narrow back set up against a column of concrete. the cool material of it is comforting. he touches the side of his neck a little, soothing the points of sore heat where love bites screwed up his complexion, then makes a face. slumps slightly where he's sitting.

it'll only be a few minutes before he pulls out his phone, unable to tolerate much boredom. or standing up.]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam gets to work and every once in a while he glances over at Kavinsky as if to make sure he's not suddenly causing havoc. The other seems content enough with his phone and Adam focuses on getting the work done as quickly as he can.

He thinks the sooner Kavinsky's gone the better. It's not likely Ronan would drop by but it's not unheard of.

Adam finishes and in reality it hadn't really taken all that long but it felt like an eternity being in the same room with Kavinsky. Hell is other people, right? ]

It's done.

[pillz]

[kavinsky's slow to respond, having apparently started to eject his soul (as it were) from his skinny body as he laid there in the sun. but the approach of the little magician jolts him out of his light doze. his fingers tighten on the phone, which was prone on his belly. for a moment, that's the only way to tell he had awakened at all. sunglasses still on.]

Well done, trailer park baby, [he says. he sits up slowly. grass falls off the back of his hair. he stretches, moving carefully to avoid projectile vomiting over anyone, slowly climbs back up onto his feet.] You gonna let me take my little toy outta your uterus or?

[still despicable. naturally.]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam makes a face at the comments and counts to at least 20 before he can manage a measured response. When it comes down to it he's still not sure he wants to trust him with that and it's probably clear enough that even once he's not about to reply out of losing his temper that he still has trouble answering.

He exhales. ]

How would you get it out?

[pillz]

I-- [dunno, he was going to say. but that doesn't exactly inspire confidence, and kavinsky catches himself just in time. not that he particularly needs for adam to feel more confident. but a little never hurt. a little could help kavinsky get his way, which he likes the sound of.] —'d dream something to get it out.

Tube. Pukey pill. Some shit like that. You know how it is. [ronan wasn't a very good dreamer for awhile there, but he's fairly confident that he was doing it enough that adam knows how it works.] It'll work because I want it to. And it helps that I know what the fuck I put in you in the first place. [he shrugs his shoulders up.] Up to you, man. Easier, more private ways for me to kill you, in case we didn't cover that enough.

[unaffluent]

[Adam eyes Kavinsky warily and to be honest neither option sounds pleasant but he finds himself more tempted again. He chews on his lip a moment as he contemplates it.]

Fine.

[What does he have to lose?]