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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[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.]