[ She doesn't text back for a while and the sun is starting to come up, which kinda makes Kavinsky want to either puke or drink more, or just lay here and do what he said he was going to do. He's got his hand halfway down his pants when she texts back and he smirks, rolling off the porch furniture and going to stand at her door.
He lost his shoes at some point, so he's barefooted, in a pair of purple swim trunks and a loose white muscle tank, his hair standing up on end ]
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[ She doesn't text back for a while and the sun is starting to come up, which kinda makes Kavinsky want to either puke or drink more, or just lay here and do what he said he was going to do. He's got his hand halfway down his pants when she texts back and he smirks, rolling off the porch furniture and going to stand at her door.
He lost his shoes at some point, so he's barefooted, in a pair of purple swim trunks and a loose white muscle tank, his hair standing up on end ]
Yo. You wanna do shots? Let's do shots.