[kavinsky probably shouldn't be surprised, but he is. the stand shakes and he almost falls-- it shakes a laugh out of him. he slings the bag down beside him, leans low, so he can drop it with a minimal chance of shit breaking. luck is on his side for once: there's no crack, no explosion of contents inside or out.]
You're such an angry homosexual.
[and then he jumps off. right down on top of ronan, his feet just wide enough to catch the other dream thief around the waist, hands to stop his fall on the other boy's shoulders. it wouldn't hurt him much, to crack his chin on ronan's stupid shaven head, but he's honestly not sure irish can spare the fucking braincells. kavinsky doesn't weigh enough, but the angle's crazy and ronan's off-balance-- more than not, he'll ride the other boy into the ground.]
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You're such an angry homosexual.
[and then he jumps off. right down on top of ronan, his feet just wide enough to catch the other dream thief around the waist, hands to stop his fall on the other boy's shoulders. it wouldn't hurt him much, to crack his chin on ronan's stupid shaven head, but he's honestly not sure irish can spare the fucking braincells. kavinsky doesn't weigh enough, but the angle's crazy and ronan's off-balance-- more than not, he'll ride the other boy into the ground.]