[and like that, before inquisitive ectoplasmic murdered-boys can come out of the woodwork, kavinsky floors it and takes off. he still changes gears the same way. the irritating clunk-clunk, off the sweet spot by a fraction of a second that's probably painfully jarring for ronan. but they're going fast, ramping up into the darkness.
heading toward the heart of de chima, but not the most efficient route.]
Hey, kittentits. [kavinsky doesn't look, but he can't be talking to anyone else.] What job they give you?
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heading toward the heart of de chima, but not the most efficient route.]
Hey, kittentits. [kavinsky doesn't look, but he can't be talking to anyone else.] What job they give you?