Well, pill number one will make you grow taller...
[He grins and he wonders if Michael would even get some Alice in Wonderland shit. So Kavinsky knocks it off and pulls his other drink closer.]
I'm fucking with you. So that first one is just molly, MDMA. Uhm, that second one is one I made up, it's got no discernible side-effects except one: it'll lower your inhibitions a fuckton. Like, you can be on it and not even notice, everything feels rational but it's not. The last one puts you kinda into a waking dream, you won't remember shit when that wears off.
[ Michael gets it - his grandmother read him that story before bed, once - but he's also, apparently, sort of a gullible fucking idiot, because his eyes widen in surprise. He frowns, looking at the first pill, and... pretends like he's not surprised again, when Kavinsky tells him he's fucking with him.
Jesus, okay. MDMA, fine, he gets it. Lowered inhibitions mean nothing to him, given that he has next to none in the first place, and he looks bored, rather than impressed. A waking dream, though. That's interesting.
Michael takes the last pill out of its case, holding it to the table with his index finger. Hm. ]
You could do some damage with this one. Make people do whatever you want.
[ Not that he needs help with that, either, but. He's obviously intrigued by Kavinsky's choice to have this. ]
That's the point of the last two. Someone that has no inhibitions but thinks they do will do a lot of things on just suggestion. So will someone in a dream.
[He shrugs one shoulder, remembering the party and how delicious it was to see people in varying states of awareness. Maybe Michael isn't impressed by lowering his own inhibitions, but these are meant to be deployed. Kavinsky doesn't care if he takes them himself or tests them on other people.]
I can do damage with a lot of things. If you want drugs that do something specific, or special, just tell me what you want it to do and I'll make it happen.
I just want you to challenge yourself. Be creative. Come up with something fun. Make people bleed out their eyes or feel like their bones are melting into slurry. Make people cum for hours on end or whatever the fuck. I don't care.
[ Michael slips the pill he'd taken back into its case. ]
Thanks. If you're in, then - that's all I needed. I can head out, maybe text you some more details if I think of anything.
Where do I find you when I wanna cash in? Pretty sure this is gonna have to happen in installments for what you're asking for.
[He won't beat around the bush about it. It's a transaction, though he has ever intention of having fun with it. Doesn't matter if Michael does or not.]
I don't have a dom. I live in the fucking down. You can come to my dorm, but you're either gonna catch something, or someone's gonna watch through the holes in the wall.
[ He doesn't sound like he's particularly deterred about any of that, but. He's also getting up, snatching the case off the table and pocketing it, apparently taking Kavinsky's samples to try on his own back home. ]
You know how to reach me on the network. You can call me out whenever you want, and I'll come to you. Any time of day. No limits, no restrictions. Ask for anything you want from me and you'll get it - as long as the drugs keep coming in return.
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[He grins and he wonders if Michael would even get some Alice in Wonderland shit. So Kavinsky knocks it off and pulls his other drink closer.]
I'm fucking with you. So that first one is just molly, MDMA. Uhm, that second one is one I made up, it's got no discernible side-effects except one: it'll lower your inhibitions a fuckton. Like, you can be on it and not even notice, everything feels rational but it's not. The last one puts you kinda into a waking dream, you won't remember shit when that wears off.
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Jesus, okay. MDMA, fine, he gets it. Lowered inhibitions mean nothing to him, given that he has next to none in the first place, and he looks bored, rather than impressed. A waking dream, though. That's interesting.
Michael takes the last pill out of its case, holding it to the table with his index finger. Hm. ]
You could do some damage with this one. Make people do whatever you want.
[ Not that he needs help with that, either, but. He's obviously intrigued by Kavinsky's choice to have this. ]
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[He shrugs one shoulder, remembering the party and how delicious it was to see people in varying states of awareness. Maybe Michael isn't impressed by lowering his own inhibitions, but these are meant to be deployed. Kavinsky doesn't care if he takes them himself or tests them on other people.]
I can do damage with a lot of things. If you want drugs that do something specific, or special, just tell me what you want it to do and I'll make it happen.
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[ Michael slips the pill he'd taken back into its case. ]
Thanks. If you're in, then - that's all I needed. I can head out, maybe text you some more details if I think of anything.
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[He won't beat around the bush about it. It's a transaction, though he has ever intention of having fun with it. Doesn't matter if Michael does or not.]
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[ He doesn't sound like he's particularly deterred about any of that, but. He's also getting up, snatching the case off the table and pocketing it, apparently taking Kavinsky's samples to try on his own back home. ]
You know how to reach me on the network. You can call me out whenever you want, and I'll come to you. Any time of day. No limits, no restrictions. Ask for anything you want from me and you'll get it - as long as the drugs keep coming in return.