mental link

[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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a bit after that nebulous hour

[100mitsubishis]

[It's a bit after so he can make the metaphorical hand wait. Eventually it will be irritated, because sensuality is all very immediate. Not the same as something raw like a stripper with tear-away shorts, but you can't lick your spoon or offer someone a contract and then let that pregnant pause give birth. There has to be a beat, then a response. A beat. A go-ahead.]

( Whoa, we can mind-talk? )

[He doesn't have to say he knew that for Darkling to know that he knew that, which he knows.]

[unsea]

( Don't try too hard. You're clever enough, as is. )

[ If a mind could prowl, then that is exactly what his is doing. Like a predator, encircling someone who is definitely not prey, but has a soft, vulnerable throat all the same. Somewhere in there, there is a smile. It's not -- entirely friendly. ]

[100mitsubishis]

[Woe be the unprepared who'd let the mind-stalker rip out their delicate throat meats.

Kavinsky doesn't know fear like regular people. That's always been a problem. When you know fear, you can walk the knife's edge and backflip at the end. Get a perfect 10. Show off to all your friends. But when you're not scared or you forgot how to process it, you cut yourself with every step and can't stop laughing.]

( I just wanted you to feel special. )

[unsea]

[ Cute. ]

( You believe that's something you're capable of? )

[100mitsubishis]

( Give me twenty minutes and I can make you feel a lot of things, man. )

[Lest the innuendo be too much for the poor guy:]

( What's your poison? )

[unsea]

( You're bright.

What do you do? )

[ Not as bright as Angel was, and never as brilliant as Alina - but something about Kavinsky speaks of fever dreams and a blinding, kaleidoscope of color.

Also, casually sidestepping that innuendo. It's not the most blatant thing he's heard, tbh!! ]

[100mitsubishis]

[Sidestepping the innuendo as well as the question that followed. Unless that's his answer: inquiries. Knowledge. They say that's power.]

( Context. )

[He could imagine a very long list for his new 'friend,' but why waste his time?]

[unsea]

[ The mental equivalent of speaking slower for an equally slow person.

It was his answer, definitely. ]

( Your mind, is bright. A thousand lights in the night sky.

Everyone has a talent, what's yours? )

[100mitsubishis]

[His mind is bright because it's a a supernova that never gives up the ghost. That's what living for dreaming is like.]

( I drive good. )

[He doesn't like that mind-tone. So he's teasing. But along with it, he'll show a flash of a marvelous forest with a faulty security system. White cars-- Mitsubishi Evos-- all very similar but not quite the same. About a hundred of 'em.]

[unsea]

[ Thankfully, he has a broodmate who is quite the pilot. He recognizes the cars based on functionality, but not form. They're not something he'd be able to step into without someone in the passenger's seat, but oh, how he'd love to see some of these hosts on horseback --

the forest, actually, is what "pings". His attention is immediately transfixed on that, over the cars.

( My, my. What is that. It's far more intriguing. ) ]

[100mitsubishis]

[So that's what he likes? Cabeswater? Kavinsky picks up on it and gives him another taste. Look at the dappled dreamy sunlight, the branches that reach for the thief as if to trap or trip him. They don't, because he's nimble and he knows exactly what he wants. He's sauntering in, picking it out. Anything. Everything. No limitations. The globe or a candy bar or coins no country's ever minted or monsters.

Dream it and it's yours.

But it's mostly Kavinsky's. The forest is gone from here, but there are other places to rob. Kavinsky has been doing this a long time.]