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PRESTON DARKHOLME A.K.A. KYANITE ↾ penned by PHX for sidekickhq ⇃

[kvanite]

shiftinganger‌:

“That’s a great plan. You’d be doing the world a favor. Catcallers are the worst.” 

“Absolute worst. Only humans could invent something so gross.”

[kvanite]

‘ pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars. ’ @shiftinganger

“I’d rather arm girls so they can do it themselves. They deserve it.”

[kvanite]

‘ binge-watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant. ’ @ofstcrk

“I don’t watch anything that hasn’t hit Netflix yet. I’m here for a good time, not a long time.”

[kvanite]

bctvnist‌:

“Okay, bye!” Estela said before hanging up the phone. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “I’m an adult, and phone calls are still terrible.”

“They should be outlawed,” the punk mused with a little laugh as his feet propped on her desk -- lounging in the seat provided. “Dentist?” An attempt at a guess to who was on the other line.

[kvanite]

wakandanbcrn‌:

“No, I do not want to talk about it.”

“Then we don’t talk?” he assured her. It was a front, as he was feeling a little conflicted on the inside about her change in mood. “We don’t have to let today go to waste.”

[kvanite]

ofeuphcria‌:

“ BOOM !! “ he shouted, dropping the console’s controllers in front of him like a mic, wiggling in his seat. “ now - that is how you do it. aye. cash me OUTSIDE, how about that. “ 

“ hardy har HAR, ” the mutant scoffed right back at him, giving his own controller a bitter little punt in defeat. “ next time i pick the level. we’ll see who’ll be gloating THEN.”

[kvanite]

amazonbcrn‌:

* @kvnite / “now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a crab and he’s having a smoke and she’s kissing the crab.”

she wished she’d stopped him. she really wished she had stopped him. she couldn’t have properly anticipated the sentence that left him if she had TRIED, and with that image now trapped in her mind, eleni was truly caught between her distaste and laughter. “i don’t understand.” it wasn’t anything personal. she understood a LOT, but no matter how familiar the line seemed to her ( if she’d done some soul searching, she would have realized what it was a twisted version of. probably. ), she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. call it her ancient heritage showing, but… “is it customary for mortals to kiss their seafood?”

“fish are just so kissable,” came his almost defensive response -- really playing up the whole seafood kissing aspect. “have you seen their lips?” oh, how he almost wanted her to argue. one question about how crabs are nothing like fish, lacking in any and all lip-esque parts, it would send him into a fit. “at the end of the day, she," his imaginary ex-girl, “left me for a crab, so customs should be least of our worries.”