He offered a deadpan look in response to the laugh. He didn't want to be made to feel ridiculous. Kavinsky's playful tumble, the way he rolled, made Poison's eyes glaze over for a moment; he remembered someone else.
No.
He moved into Kavinsky's reach, looking down when a hand brushed his hip. His hand dropped, touching his cheek, his neck.
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Date: 2016-09-01 02:22 am (UTC)No.
He moved into Kavinsky's reach, looking down when a hand brushed his hip. His hand dropped, touching his cheek, his neck.