[ caroline's never thought to do something like this. she's fairly sure she'll beat him easily enough but she never really used her vampirism for something as basic and potentially fun as this. it was always so serious. the stakes were always so high and right now... they aren't.
it's refreshing. and in that moment, for the first time in a long time, she doesn't feel like a monster. she feels good until well, he shouts out klaus's name and his motorcycle rushes forward the moment the light turns green.
it hits her like a brick wall and she feels a combination of things: hurt and annoyance then almost immediately bewildered amusement. and this only causes her to stumble for half a second before she charges forward, launching her body towards the finish line.
and when she gets there, she skids to a stop, laughing looking to her left to see if he made it or even came close to beating her.]
[he's well behind her. not as far back as a car would be, but it's no contest at all-- not even with his cheating. not even if he'd had his powers to cheat with, he thinks, screeching up to the light. he hits the brake, but he can't stop as sharply as she does. skids a little, turning a sharp u so he winds up finishing facing her.
then he thinks about what he did.
but she looks okay, doesn't she? happy, even. he looks at her face with a little furtively. it's kind of like how little kids, after they fall, will check around and see if anyone's watching and only cry if they have an audience. except he's only going to move to step two if the audience is actively throwing rotten fruit at the stage.]
I still wanna be a fucking vampire, [he calls out.]
[ she gives him a bit of a look at what he says, she figures this whole exercise wouldn't have made that desire wane any. moving towards the bike--] I didn't think that would change, [ she rolls her shoulders a little before looking at him.]
Sometimes you do, [ she says it lightly because she's not going to let him forget that he does that but she's also going to let him know that, right now, what he did doesn't bother her. not really.]
that last part widens his eyes, slightly but unmistakably. there's a beat's pause, measuring. he tilts his head.]
I think that means we gotta have a sleepover some time, [kavinsky says. maybe then, maybe then they'll give him his powers back. but he doesn't well. instead, the bulgarian boy reaches up, flips up the storage compartment of his motorcycle.] But for now, I know a lookout. And I brought you your shit. [he pulls it out for her to see.
a protein shake for him, and unmistakably, a bag of blood, properly packaged, for her.] Come on. I know a lookout point.
[ before she can question him about the sleepover (she will get to it), she takes stock of what he's holding up, her eyes widening in the same way his had. she feels her throat go dry and she swallows.]
How did you even...? [ get a blood bag? did she want to know.]
I know some people, babe, [he tells her, shrugging nonchalantly. it's not actually as impressive and badass as all that. he's in the hospital quite regularly, thanks to his ongoing treatment, and that vampires are known business in the city of eudio.
he watches her pretty face. it's an interesting face today, as well as pretty. he smiles.] You running out on me?
[ she's about to press him on it but then she realizes that if he did something illegal, his ass would be out of the city already. her brow stays knitted for a moment before she holds out her hand for the bag.]
[alas, it's true. kavinsky deeply enjoys himself an air of mystique and danger, but it's mostly just air anymore, really.
he tosses the blood bag at her, then slaps down the storage compartment of his motorcycle. it's much more sittable now. he waddles to turn the machine again, offering her an easy way on.]
C'mon. Drinking blood in the middle of the fucking road is fucking weird, dude. Take it from a human.
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it's refreshing. and in that moment, for the first time in a long time, she doesn't feel like a monster. she feels good until well, he shouts out klaus's name and his motorcycle rushes forward the moment the light turns green.
it hits her like a brick wall and she feels a combination of things: hurt and annoyance then almost immediately bewildered amusement. and this only causes her to stumble for half a second before she charges forward, launching her body towards the finish line.
and when she gets there, she skids to a stop, laughing looking to her left to see if he made it or even came close to beating her.]
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then he thinks about what he did.
but she looks okay, doesn't she? happy, even. he looks at her face with a little furtively. it's kind of like how little kids, after they fall, will check around and see if anyone's watching and only cry if they have an audience. except he's only going to move to step two if the audience is actively throwing rotten fruit at the stage.]
I still wanna be a fucking vampire, [he calls out.]
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Yeah, well, that was a dirty trick you tried.
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Yeah, well, [he shrugs his narrow shoulders, walking the bike toward her.] Sometimes I do stupid shit.
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So... now you've seen my super power.
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he brightens like a shitty toddler also.]
Yeah, man. That shit is off the chain. What else can you do? Turn into a bat? Wolf? Perky undead gas cloud?
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that last part widens his eyes, slightly but unmistakably. there's a beat's pause, measuring. he tilts his head.]
I think that means we gotta have a sleepover some time, [kavinsky says. maybe then, maybe then they'll give him his powers back. but he doesn't well. instead, the bulgarian boy reaches up, flips up the storage compartment of his motorcycle.] But for now, I know a lookout. And I brought you your shit. [he pulls it out for her to see.
a protein shake for him, and unmistakably, a bag of blood, properly packaged, for her.] Come on. I know a lookout point.
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How did you even...? [ get a blood bag? did she want to know.]
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he watches her pretty face. it's an interesting face today, as well as pretty. he smiles.] You running out on me?
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No. I never said I was going anywhere.
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he tosses the blood bag at her, then slaps down the storage compartment of his motorcycle. it's much more sittable now. he waddles to turn the machine again, offering her an easy way on.]
C'mon. Drinking blood in the middle of the fucking road is fucking weird, dude. Take it from a human.
[the most normal human on earth!]
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