[ he doesn't often visit the safehouse if he can avoid it. he hates it there, but sometimes he needs a break from his bedhopping, and there's usually a quiet spot he can just fucking veg out and stare at the ceiling for a while. plus, like, the showers. so he's hungover, still jittery from the last shit he snorted a couple of hours ago, and probably looks like a hot mess, dark circles under his eyes and too thin and with his head still mostly shaved.
so when some old dude makes a beeline for him, kavinsky tries to sidestep him, only pausing to give him a dead-eyed stare at the question. his brows lift, and he reaches one bandaged hand up to rub it over his shorn hair. ]
safehouse
so when some old dude makes a beeline for him, kavinsky tries to sidestep him, only pausing to give him a dead-eyed stare at the question. his brows lift, and he reaches one bandaged hand up to rub it over his shorn hair. ]
What d'you think, man?