[Maybe Kavinsky isn't happy, but Ronan is. That's the strange miracle about Kavinsky. He's always had this effect on Ronan, way back when it was about nothing more than the smell of burning rubber and the glimpse of a knife decal splashed across the side of a white Mitsubishi. Kavinsky could set Ronan's heart on fire before they ever got around to setting actual shit on fire. That was enough to keep Ronan coming back.
Why he keeps coming back now.
The popcorn hits him in the cheek because he's transfixed by the blaze, and he wrinkles his nose as he finally tears his gaze away to look at Kavinsky.]
Better ways to get my attention, you know.
[He takes a swig of beer before setting his bottle aside. Ronan turns, then, easing a few inches closer to Kavinsky.]
Hey, how much time do we have before someone calls the fire department?
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Why he keeps coming back now.
The popcorn hits him in the cheek because he's transfixed by the blaze, and he wrinkles his nose as he finally tears his gaze away to look at Kavinsky.]
Better ways to get my attention, you know.
[He takes a swig of beer before setting his bottle aside. Ronan turns, then, easing a few inches closer to Kavinsky.]
Hey, how much time do we have before someone calls the fire department?