"Are you going to give me fair warning for when you aren't here on your own time?" Kavinsky asked. His accent got a touch thicker with worry, but he kept an open, easy expression because even though Poison was only barely looking at him, he was still touching him.
He had not dreamt for someone else in ages. Not since Henrietta. Not since trying to--
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Date: 2016-09-01 11:10 pm (UTC)He had not dreamt for someone else in ages. Not since Henrietta. Not since trying to--
"What can I do for you, Poison?"