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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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( 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?]

( 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. ]

( 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.]

[ 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. )

[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. )

[ 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! )

( 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.]

[ 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. ]