It's not him sounded just as much like the bullshit that Kavinsky used to say about guys as anything else in this conversation, but Kavinsky didn't push it. Instead, he rolled his eyes expansively, like that meant anything at all, and reached out to scrub his fingers through her hair.
"Come on," he said. "There's a twenty-four hour diner. Let's get breakfast. Do you do dope?"
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Date: 2020-03-01 10:17 pm (UTC)"Come on," he said. "There's a twenty-four hour diner. Let's get breakfast. Do you do dope?"