[embraced, kavinsky doesn't struggle. he stands there dormant in the circle of kurt's arms, like a fossil or a reptile that hasn't heated up enough, physically, to bite or choke a sweetheart out, or choose otherwise. something reptilian too, in the way he hoods his eyes and glances at the side of the mutant's head. he feels lips on the side of his head. it's not as good as lips elsewhere on his body, of course, but you know. he'll be cool about that.
so he just reaches down and gives kurt's tail a little pluck, like it's the strings of a guitar, and laughs like a jackal in his ear.]
It's good to see me too, [he says.] Shit, man. I thought I was fucking dead.
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so he just reaches down and gives kurt's tail a little pluck, like it's the strings of a guitar, and laughs like a jackal in his ear.]
It's good to see me too, [he says.] Shit, man. I thought I was fucking dead.