[kavinsky's eyes brighten, and then flatten, then sharpen again, his eyebrows shifting minutely on his narrow, boyish face. he's a little surprised.
but just a little. he knows ronan would have picked differently if, for example, there were li'l crying babies watching.
he lets a smile grow slow across his face, multiplying like a blight through the leaf of a plant— ugly-pretty the way that kavinsky favors. he steps closer to the other boy, but not touching, raises his arm to point across the fairground. not all the way across. it's pretty close. the crawler crane right there. its massive crawlers promise heavy traction. enough to push some pretty fucking heavy shit over.]
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but just a little. he knows ronan would have picked differently if, for example, there were li'l crying babies watching.
he lets a smile grow slow across his face, multiplying like a blight through the leaf of a plant— ugly-pretty the way that kavinsky favors. he steps closer to the other boy, but not touching, raises his arm to point across the fairground. not all the way across. it's pretty close. the crawler crane right there. its massive crawlers promise heavy traction. enough to push some pretty fucking heavy shit over.]
Lead the way, sweetheart.