Kavinsky wanted to launch himself into the sun--so it was a good thing the sun wasn't visible right now. Drinking for a little while had been one thing, something, but he couldn't decide if he was simmering with anger or teetering on the brink of apathy and misery. Both, he thought- they were just taking turns, one after the other. Fuck, but he wanted to burn something, just to hear the crackle of the flames, feel the heat of them on his skin.
Instead, abruptly, that line of thinking was interrupted, and he looked over towards the guy who'd spoken. The pause that occurred before K dug into his pocket for his lighter had more to do with needing to remember which pocket it was in, and much less to do with any hesitation about being helpful.
"Yeah, man; here you go," he said, offering out the lighter. It was gold, the sort of heavy that said it wasn't a cheap thing that'd been picked up at the check-out lane of a grocery store, with a dragon and flames etched into the metal.
"Some fucking shit that's been going on, huh?" He was never sure, at first, who was an utterly clueless, regular resident of the city, and who'd been dragged in from elsewhere, but he wasn't shy about poking around to figure it out.
The Odeon
Instead, abruptly, that line of thinking was interrupted, and he looked over towards the guy who'd spoken. The pause that occurred before K dug into his pocket for his lighter had more to do with needing to remember which pocket it was in, and much less to do with any hesitation about being helpful.
"Yeah, man; here you go," he said, offering out the lighter. It was gold, the sort of heavy that said it wasn't a cheap thing that'd been picked up at the check-out lane of a grocery store, with a dragon and flames etched into the metal.
"Some fucking shit that's been going on, huh?" He was never sure, at first, who was an utterly clueless, regular resident of the city, and who'd been dragged in from elsewhere, but he wasn't shy about poking around to figure it out.