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Kavinsky > Matthew
Feb. 13th, 2016 11:09 amThe stalking was going well. Matthew seemed pretty obviously to his surroundings so the only time Kavinsky had to worry himself about anything was when the middle Lynch would show up to ruin his fun. He wondered if it was possible to dream up something that would keep Ronan busy enough so he could have a little chat with Matthew.
Or maybe a little fun.
With his glovebox full of candy, Kavinsky saw Matthew at one of the few coffee shops in Henrietta. He wondered if he was waiting for Ronan - it was impossible to tell as Matthew reminded him of a golden retriever puppy. Parking, Kavinsky got out and let his door close easily. He walked up to Matthew and tapped the empty chair across from him.
"Anyone sitting here, champ?"
Or maybe a little fun.
With his glovebox full of candy, Kavinsky saw Matthew at one of the few coffee shops in Henrietta. He wondered if he was waiting for Ronan - it was impossible to tell as Matthew reminded him of a golden retriever puppy. Parking, Kavinsky got out and let his door close easily. He walked up to Matthew and tapped the empty chair across from him.
"Anyone sitting here, champ?"
Kavinsky > Lynch
Feb. 7th, 2016 02:37 pmIt all started with a text message. Kavinsky rolled over in bed and grabbed his phone. His sunglasses were resting on top and they fell silently to the carpet as he pulled the phone toward him. The charging cable grunted as it decided to stay in the wall instead of in the phone.
His hand disappeared under the covers to give himself a good scratch before he swiped right and pulled up his contact list. "Lynch," he said, the word having a click to it even when the letters didn't beg one.
If you're done with Gansy's knob, I've got one that could use turning.
Smirking, Kavinsky dropped the phone on his chest and closed his eyes. He just had to wait.
His hand disappeared under the covers to give himself a good scratch before he swiped right and pulled up his contact list. "Lynch," he said, the word having a click to it even when the letters didn't beg one.
If you're done with Gansy's knob, I've got one that could use turning.
Smirking, Kavinsky dropped the phone on his chest and closed his eyes. He just had to wait.
