"Yeah, pretty much." He didn't usually need things from people, when he could dream nearly anything he wanted, but when he did need something, he liked to think he was charming. He was usually cruel, but he still knew how to make someone feel special, how to change someone's mind, either with a smile or flirtations or offering something they wanted in return.
They were simple gestures, a foot bump, a brush of fingers, and yet- Kavinsky felt his throat tighten. He'd tell anyone, absolutely anyone, that he never cried, ever. Proko would know better, but Proko also knew when to keep his mouth shut; he wouldn't rat K out. Besides, he wasn't even there. There was absolutely no one could call K on how emotional he could really get. "Uh-huh. Plenty of time, I'm sure." He wasn't sure at all, but he was good at compartmentalizing, pushing down emotions and locking them away until some undefined point of time in the future where he'd actually work through those feelings. So, never.
Luckily, there were more distractions. For a split second, he figured he had asked for too much, but then the next moment he was laughing as he snagged Ash's shirt, catching it mid-toss. "Good luck getting this back, man." He grinned. He didn't stare, exactly, but he absolutely admired. He had a few questions that came to mind, but he probably wouldn't ask them--at least, not about the scars. For a while now, months, maybe longer, he'd been thinking about getting tattoos. The only reason he hadn't yet was because he wanted to make sure he settled on designs he really wanted.
"Well, didn't wanna betray your trust," he said, finally managing to look Ash in the face again. "Nice tattoos," he added, "Been thinking about getting some, myself."
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They were simple gestures, a foot bump, a brush of fingers, and yet- Kavinsky felt his throat tighten. He'd tell anyone, absolutely anyone, that he never cried, ever. Proko would know better, but Proko also knew when to keep his mouth shut; he wouldn't rat K out. Besides, he wasn't even there. There was absolutely no one could call K on how emotional he could really get. "Uh-huh. Plenty of time, I'm sure." He wasn't sure at all, but he was good at compartmentalizing, pushing down emotions and locking them away until some undefined point of time in the future where he'd actually work through those feelings. So, never.
Luckily, there were more distractions. For a split second, he figured he had asked for too much, but then the next moment he was laughing as he snagged Ash's shirt, catching it mid-toss. "Good luck getting this back, man." He grinned. He didn't stare, exactly, but he absolutely admired. He had a few questions that came to mind, but he probably wouldn't ask them--at least, not about the scars. For a while now, months, maybe longer, he'd been thinking about getting tattoos. The only reason he hadn't yet was because he wanted to make sure he settled on designs he really wanted.
"Well, didn't wanna betray your trust," he said, finally managing to look Ash in the face again. "Nice tattoos," he added, "Been thinking about getting some, myself."