[Dennis hadn't forgotten about Kavinsky, but he's still surprised to see this. He stares at his phone, wondering if he should even reply. Replying in any way would validate his guess or however he figured it out... but not saying anything could do just the same.
Fucked either way. There's a little curl of dread pooling in his gut as he types a reply before hitting send.]
what do you want
[It's meant more in a way to brush him off, sound like it doesn't bother him.]
[No, stop. He's trying to stay away from the dark side... but it's been a while since he had anything that wasn't a cigarette. Hell he hasn't had one of those in forever either. What the hell.]
do u mean biblically cuz i know you know him at least a lil bit in the regular sense of the word anyway if u want 2 know more, i can help a brother out. its ok u dont havwe to say it the average person only talks 2 me to a) get their thrills b) or morbid curiosity no point in aiming for anywhere but average ;(
[How the hell... did he talk to Joe? Or did he snoop around to see who Dennis has been talking to? Who even knows, either way, he wants to try and deny it again, but it's clear he's not fooling the guy.]
i just wanna know what you did
[Cause something must have happened. He must have done something to have Joe telling him to not talk to him. Why else would he warn him? Yet here he is. Doing the complete opposite.]
[He doesn't want to meet, actually, but if that's how Kavinsky wants to do it. It's not like he's never met up with troublemakers for shady probably bad ideas in his life.]
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Fucked either way. There's a little curl of dread pooling in his gut as he types a reply before hitting send.]
what do you want
[It's meant more in a way to brush him off, sound like it doesn't bother him.]
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and 2 know what u want outta talking 2 me
im here at ur convenience
[you know what's good for burning off little gut pools of dread? cocaine. come to the dark side denno okay we can't even pretend.]
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dont know the guy
im sure you are
[Too late to play the deception game, Dennis.]
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i know you know him at least a lil bit in the regular sense of the word
anyway if u want 2 know more, i can help a brother out. its ok u dont havwe to say it
the average person only talks 2 me to
a) get their thrills
b) or morbid curiosity
no point in aiming for anywhere but average ;(
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i just wanna know what you did
[Cause something must have happened. He must have done something to have Joe telling him to not talk to him. Why else would he warn him? Yet here he is. Doing the complete opposite.]
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when do u want to meet
i got til 9 today
[in between being habitually horrible, kavinsky does have a job.]
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whenever just tell me where
do u prefer a log or just continue here
either is fine, whatever is easier for you!
[A cafe? He was hoping it wouldn't be some place right out in public. With his luck Joe would walk right in for a cup of... joe.]
okiedokie
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