[kavinsky laughs at the other boy. at some point between the blackout and dying and the murder cabin and the paranoia after the russian invasion, he became a little less discomfited by silence. usually, he can fill the quiet pretty well, anyway. with crazy person laughing, the jitter and fidget of his own movements.
he leads the way in. following along the insulated conductor cords on the ground, jumping the turnstiles, following along to the generator shed. the way the duffel bag bangs his hip doesn't seem to bother him. but that's the nice thing about doing enough stimulants; one feels no pain.
two more key turns. and the carnival comes alive.
lights garland the evening with color, and the merry-go-round-- probably glitchy-- starts to play a song and spin. all the other rides behave, waiting amid a clash of cheerful music. there's even a bumper car track.] Dealer's choice, [he says, flipping the thorny key at ronan's chest. he digs a beer out of the bag.] You wanna play, or you wanna wreck it?
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he leads the way in. following along the insulated conductor cords on the ground, jumping the turnstiles, following along to the generator shed. the way the duffel bag bangs his hip doesn't seem to bother him. but that's the nice thing about doing enough stimulants; one feels no pain.
two more key turns. and the carnival comes alive.
lights garland the evening with color, and the merry-go-round-- probably glitchy-- starts to play a song and spin. all the other rides behave, waiting amid a clash of cheerful music. there's even a bumper car track.] Dealer's choice, [he says, flipping the thorny key at ronan's chest. he digs a beer out of the bag.] You wanna play, or you wanna wreck it?