[in the wake of the explosions, the barn swallows in gansey's hands are like jslgjlk mskglhh lsgklsf. their tweets are really hard to hear under the deafness, though, and the safety of gansey's hands should have them evening out in a few minutes.
not that kavinsky is really paying any attention to them.
he relinquishes his small companion, stands straight. swings his arms out, and lets loose a yell of triumph into the night sky. wooooooooooOOOo, something like that, more of a wolf's howl, primal and quite high than anything that belongs in the lungs of a human. once the sound breaks off, kavinsky's gelled head levels again.] Yeah, you got it, mini-D, [he says.] Baba Marta. Not Baby Martha. Baba Marta. Hey. Hey, [he looks down at the shuddering fluffs in gansey's hands.] When they chill, you can move the Mitsu. You want?
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not that kavinsky is really paying any attention to them.
he relinquishes his small companion, stands straight. swings his arms out, and lets loose a yell of triumph into the night sky. wooooooooooOOOo, something like that, more of a wolf's howl, primal and quite high than anything that belongs in the lungs of a human. once the sound breaks off, kavinsky's gelled head levels again.] Yeah, you got it, mini-D, [he says.] Baba Marta. Not Baby Martha. Baba Marta. Hey. Hey, [he looks down at the shuddering fluffs in gansey's hands.] When they chill, you can move the Mitsu. You want?