[ it's quiet for a while. it's doubtful kavinsky's really slept since arriving, between initial withdrawal and not wanting to deal with his ability to dream being gone, so it's probably no surprise that his body needs the rest-- even if it was forced on him like this.
eventually, though, he rolls over onto his side and curls up, groaning quietly into his arm. what the fuck happened, and where the fuck--
ah. right. he's alive, he's in another world, lynch dumped his ass again. except this doesn't feel like that stupid little cot. is he on the fucking floor? he drags his eyelids open, feeling soberer than he likes, and blinks at the unfamiliar room around him. ]
Where the fuck, [ he slurs before he can stop himself, and takes care not to think about things before. before henrietta and aglionby and ronan lynch. he's just been dumped somewhere else. maybe that dumb local motherfucker whose dick he sucked took a shine to him. ]
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eventually, though, he rolls over onto his side and curls up, groaning quietly into his arm. what the fuck happened, and where the fuck--
ah. right. he's alive, he's in another world, lynch dumped his ass again. except this doesn't feel like that stupid little cot. is he on the fucking floor? he drags his eyelids open, feeling soberer than he likes, and blinks at the unfamiliar room around him. ]
Where the fuck, [ he slurs before he can stop himself, and takes care not to think about things before. before henrietta and aglionby and ronan lynch. he's just been dumped somewhere else. maybe that dumb local motherfucker whose dick he sucked took a shine to him. ]