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[100mitsubishis]

DREAM there isn't anything else	THIEF get in get out
DYING a boring side effect	PARTY god that would be awesome

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[wille]

( You have a skewed view of how wild I actually am. )

[ A statement she can easily make to any other Host in this batch or, hell, to all of her acquaintances. But that she is comfortable enough to tell him so outright probably speaks to his credit. ]

( Anyway, someone's gotta keep semi-sober while you do your thing, right? )

[100mitsubishis]

[Something is wrong. He can't play his twitchy little fingers on it, but he knows it's there and menacing him from the shadows. Kavinsky is supposed to be the wrong thing, the shadowy figure to whisper hushed upset over.

The foot back Misato has taken from him stretches into a hollow mile.]

( Nothing's free from Dreamland. )

[Did she think it would be? A moment ago it would have. Now he's on the alert.]

[wille]

[ The clearest sense of how wrong things are may be in the guarded way she keeps her mind, more orderly, more composed, than she ever was before. The best way to lie is to believe one isn't lying at all, to have a flexible attitude toward truth, which Misato is only half able to adopt. ]

( Please, that's absurd. )

[ To create material objects from the depths of one's imagination is the definition of things being free, without charge, right? ]

( What do you want from me? )

[100mitsubishis]

( Take your top off. )

[Absurd is a specialty of Kavinsky's.]

[wille]

( No! Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? )

[ And rage, rage is Misato's specialty. It's a weapon and a shield in one. ]

[100mitsubishis]

( The only person who has what you're asking for. Supply and demand, Misa. Little lesson in eco-freakin'-nomics. )

[Had she forgotten what it feels like when Kavinsky decides not to be agreeable? Has he been too soft with her?]

[wille]

( To hell with your eco-shit-o-nomics! I'm asking you for something trivial, I'm not gonna give you anything more than trivial. )

[ Has he ever been agreeable? Never in her memory. But he acquiesces, eventually, softens his edges to accommodate her more often than she probably deserves. ]

[100mitsubishis]

( Whoa, babe. Cool it. I'm not asking for a blowjob. I'm saying take your top off. It can be back on by the time I get there. Keep your modesty. )

[He's asking for more control than anyone should be comfortable with giving Joseph Kavinsky, nothing more, nothing less.]

[wille]

[ Truly, Kavinsky has woken the dragon. ]

( Cool it? COOL IT? You asked me to take my top off for a smoke and you're telling me to be cool with it? Fuck you, Kavinsky! I don't know who let you get away with saying that without punching you in the face, but it won't be me. )

[100mitsubishis]

[Laughter. Boisterous and rude. Clouded with bong vapor and Virginian summer heat. Syrupy at the end--whiskey chuckles, whiskey breath.]

( Shiiiiiiit. Give me twenty. I'll get you your pack with a bow on it. )

[wille]

[ If there's any relief from her end at getting her way at last, it's drowned out by the searing spark of irritation still riding high. But it's benign, toothless and clawless. ]

( No! Damn you! I'm still going to punch you, you little shit! )

[100mitsubishis]

( Yo. What's Japanese tobacco taste like? )

[He takes a hard left, dragging Misato along with him. She can always punch him later. Nothing will stop her, least of all Kavinsky.]

[wille]

[ An expert move, when Misato is as easily incensed to fury as she is to distract. She drops her anger like a child presented with a new toy. ]

( Oh! It's okay, I guess. A cigarette is a cigarette, right? )

[ She keeps such a tight lid on herself, her absence threatens to become more telling than whatever she tries to keep behind closed doors. ]

[100mitsubishis]

[He catalogs every step she takes away from him. He'll take them back and then some.]

( Where do I meet you? )

[wille]

[ Kavinsky, you are one creepy child. ]( Our shared living room. I'll walk you to the place. )

[100mitsubishis]

( Nap time. )