[Kavinsky beckons her near, yet watches her move keenly, like a cat judging the range of a child that's pulled his tail before. He gambles with himself, egging her on when she could reach inside his chest and pull out something worse than the heart he was born without. His nostrils flare with heavy breaths--in and out.
He's had hooded bedroom eyes since he was fourteen. Showing concern, sincerely or in jest, isn't his strong suit.]
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[Kavinsky beckons her near, yet watches her move keenly, like a cat judging the range of a child that's pulled his tail before. He gambles with himself, egging her on when she could reach inside his chest and pull out something worse than the heart he was born without. His nostrils flare with heavy breaths--in and out.
He's had hooded bedroom eyes since he was fourteen. Showing concern, sincerely or in jest, isn't his strong suit.]