[Kavinsky raised a slight eyebrow at Ronan's confidence that he could handle dreaming the shears, but he didn't question it. He certainly seemed more confident in his dreaming than the boy Kavinsky had last seen, but in his opinion this wasn't a bad thing. Just a little bit- different.
Sure, there was a lot that could go wrong, but Kavinsky couldn't imagine that they'd get in trouble for it ... Or at least not much. The Void Ministry seemed strangely tolerant of fuck ups, or else Kavinsky wouldn't be here in the first place. Or that was how he looked at it, anyway.
At the question he smiles, not harsh- just honest- looking at Ronan intently, and maybe a little too long as he takes a step back.]
Course I'll watch. I'd say get comfortable, but this isn't exactly the backseat of the Mistu, is it?
[There's something vaguely suggestive in how he says that. Not overt, but a slight way that his New Jersey accent lingers on the words. He doesn't really know about Ronan and the mask yet, so he slips one of those green pills from somewhere, holding it temptingly between two slender fingers that bob in the air.]
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[Kavinsky raised a slight eyebrow at Ronan's confidence that he could handle dreaming the shears, but he didn't question it. He certainly seemed more confident in his dreaming than the boy Kavinsky had last seen, but in his opinion this wasn't a bad thing. Just a little bit- different.
Sure, there was a lot that could go wrong, but Kavinsky couldn't imagine that they'd get in trouble for it ... Or at least not much. The Void Ministry seemed strangely tolerant of fuck ups, or else Kavinsky wouldn't be here in the first place. Or that was how he looked at it, anyway.
At the question he smiles, not harsh- just honest- looking at Ronan intently, and maybe a little too long as he takes a step back.]
Course I'll watch. I'd say get comfortable, but this isn't exactly the backseat of the Mistu, is it?
[There's something vaguely suggestive in how he says that. Not overt, but a slight way that his New Jersey accent lingers on the words. He doesn't really know about Ronan and the mask yet, so he slips one of those green pills from somewhere, holding it temptingly between two slender fingers that bob in the air.]