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[The video opened to, well, a wall and part of the ceiling and not actually Kavinsky, but he was there, evident by the curl of smoke from off-screen.]

You ever miss shit? Like weed or whatever you're into? I doubt this place has drugs around every corner.

[If it did, he wouldn't be sitting there right now, making this video.]

I could change that if anyone was interested. There's no money here, so I guess I'd be doing it for favors.

[But not out of the goodness of his heart. According to some people, he didn't have any of that.]

Don't worry about that part too much; I'm a reasonable guy. [He didn't even know what he'd ask of someone right now, but it was good to make connections, to be able to say you owe me if the time came.]

And don't be shy. I won't judge you for whatever shit you like getting high on.

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Rebuilding your empire?

[His tone is playful, not pejorative. Amused rather than judgmental. His Gansey wasn't the prim and pressed one, yet. And wasn't here, even if Ronan knew he'd disapprove just because he didn't seem to care for Kavinsky. But K seemed to encourage that sort of response, really.]

Trying to. It's kind of hard when there's no money involved, but.

[But what could he do about that part? Favors would be just as good, if anyone was even interested.]

Besides, why not make an offer? I'm into sharing. [Drugs at least. Speaking of-]

You ever tried weed?

No, never. Mostly just beers out by the back barn.

[A touch of amusement to his voice, then a pause as he considers the question. He's not an idiot, not as naive as some people tend to assume him to be; like he's the less sociable version of Matthew.]

Why, are you offering?

[He knows this is probably a slippery slope, but he asks anyway.]

[ Well, this is a mildly concerning message right there. ]

You're saying you can- Acquire drugs. Regardless what type.

[Catra's head tilted curiously.]

What's weed?

...How exactly would you manage that?

[Beck was curious, a discerning look on his face, though he tried to school it into something more...appropriately disapproving.]

Man, there's so much better alcohol than beer.

[Not that they could get any of it here. Or maybe they could, if he was a determined enough dreamer.]

And yeah, why not? I've got plenty.

[And it wasn't anywhere near as harmful as the other things Kavinsky was into.]

I've even got some that's special.

Sure can. Did it all the time back home.

[He might not be able to exactly replicate drugs, but they would still do what someone wanted them to do, and that was all people usually cared about in the end.]

The location might have changed, but my ability to procure drugs hasn't.

That is... An unusual ability. Is it limited to drugs?

[He picked up his phone to angle it towards him, exhaling smoke.]

It's a drug. Well, technically a plant. But people use it to get high. Gets you out of your head, you know? For me, it's a chill experience, mellow.

That's not a polite question to ask, man. You don't ask a magician how they do their tricks, right?

[Kavinsky wasn't going to share his secret. Mostly because it was a secret and it affected more than just him.]

Trust me when I say I can get whatever you want, though.

No. But I really doubt anyone needs a fake ID here.

[So instead of forgeries, he'd went to drugs.]

Not like you're getting carded when you walk into the bar.

I'm not saying you're wrong, it was just easier to get my hands on. I think dad would be pissed if I stole his good shit. Or he'd tell some story about a hero stealing gems from a giant, and his inevitable grisly demise, where the moral is 'be a better thief'.

[Ronan talks about Niall with warm amusement and easy adoration, because this is not a tragedy yet. There's something sort of bittersweet because he misses him, but it doesn't hurt because he thinks he's still alive, still living back home. That when they go back he'll still have a family.]

Okay. I'm walking Jack, but I'll be heading back in a few.

[Jack, in the background, barks enthusiastically when Ronan says his name.]

...not that I've been carded in a while...

[ Yeah, he's muttering to himself. He always looked older than he has been. Still does. ]

How does it work? This magic of yours. Would you be willing to demonstrate it if I- Had a request?

Yeah, I figured.

[Ronan didn't have connections like Kavinsky did. He also was just conveniently not going to say a word about Ronan's dad being dead. If he didn't know, Kavinsky wouldn't be the one to break the news. It explained a lot, honestly.

He couldn't help but smile when he heard Jack barking.]

Okay. I'll be here.

Seeya soon.

[And then he ends the call. He does keep an eye on the post, though. Mostly out of curiosity rather than anything.

He's back about ten minutes later, giving the other boy a warm smile as he walks into the theater, Jack's leash looped around his wrist. He bends down to unclip it, letting the puppy bolt over to K, as if it had been ages since he'd seen him last, and not a half hour. He smiles at them fondly, hanging the leash up as he wanders over to join them, tossing his leather jacket on one of the stadium benches.]

We should probably dream better locks for this place, though, if you're going to be selling to people. And I didn't want to jump in without talking to you first, but I'll vouch for you, if you want. Might make them back off a little about how you do it.

[He slides up behind him, leaning his head against his shoulder, his fingers lingering against his hips. Soft affection- like touching him is easy.]

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Everyone has their secrets, and this is one I'm not willing to share. I could give you a freebie if you needed some proof, though.

[But he wasn't going to admit to being a dreamer, or dream in front of anyone who wasn't Ronan.]

What kinda request do you have?

[Kavinsky hadn't really moved in the ten minutes it took Ronan to get back. Mostly because he was high and content, partly because he'd spent the time dealing with people over the network. His weed didn't smell like weed, at least. Not entirely. It was better, a little more floral.

There was a small table next to him, tall enough to be out of reach of Jack, with a couple of neatly labeled baggies full of blunts on it. One bag was labeled pedestrian and the other simply with a K, whatever that meant.

He looked up when Ronan came in, grinning and sliding out of his seat to greet the puppy, ruffling his ears.]

Hey there, you cute little shit.

[After a couple of pets and behind the ear scratches, he pushed himself up to his feet, brushing his hands off on his pants to get rid of any lingering puppy fur.]

Probably should. [He agreed.] Maybe a whole security system. [Just to be safe.

Humming softly, he settled his hands over Ronan's, relaxed.]

You'd get tangled up in this mess for me? [Normally, he'd say something about the legal repercussions, but he doubted they had to worry about that here. Besides, that had never stopped him before, but also before Ronan had never been involved.] It's a lot harder to play it off as having sources and connections here.

[Considering there...were no sources or connections. People were going to know something was up with him; it wasn't like he could pass it off as having built a drug lab or something. There just weren't the resources here. Probably. He hadn't looked into it.]

Not a bad idea. So it only recognizes the two of us, or so you can only find it if you've been invited... I dunno. Something to keep people from getting too curious.

[He considers thoughtfully, not quite sure what sort of security system would work best. But while he hadn't been too worried about it at the beginning, it was different when they were starting to make this place into something like a home, and there was Jack, too. And just the general thought of making sure that they were safe when they were dreaming.

K settles his hands over Ronan's, and it makes him fluster a little, brightens his smile. He'd never had something like this before, but he likes it. He nuzzles into the side of his neck, not quite kissing the skin, but just- he likes being close like this. He's tactile, and less afraid of admitting it. There are still moments where shame and guilt spark in his veins, but they aren't things that linger.]

Yeah, I don't mind. A little bit, at least. Not like there's cops to worry about.

[He wasn't quite ready to tell Kavinsky about how his father made his money, but Ronan wasn't exactly opposed to the thought of profiting from dreams. He laces their fingers together, humming in agreement as the other boy mentions that it's harder to play it off as sources and connections. Which made sense, since it wasn't like people would assume he had a whole network of illicit contacts back in Jersey, or anywhere else on this literal alien planet. There just wasn't the ability to run that sort of web in this place.]

Seems like people assume some sort of magic. Which isn't bad, as long as we keep them from putting together too many details. [He grins against his skin.] Maybe we oughta get you a wand, Josy.

[His tone is teasing, a little experimental: like he's not quite sure if he'll hate the nickname or not. But he can only keep using his last name for so long, and it seemed a little sweeter than Joey.]

Fair enough.

[ So keeping secrets it is. ]

I- Can't say I have any urgent requests, I am afraid. Though if I may ask... Is this a form of magic you studied, an ability you were born with or- Did it just happen to you?

[ That's what he is more interested in than any proof. ]

Yeah. I'll give it a thought when I'm sober.

[When he could actually think seriously and come up with some ideas to bounce off Ronan. Maybe they could collaborate on something. But they definitely needed something to keep them safe and make sure nothing happened to Jack. They'd only had the puppy for a little while, but Kavinsky would literally kill someone or something for the dog. The same went for Ronan.

The people here seemed nice so far, but that wasn't a good enough reason to trust them yet.

He almost lost his train of thought when Ronan nuzzled his neck, practically melting against him.]

I'd appreciate it, but you don't have to. [He was letting Ronan have an out if he wanted it, if he didn't really want to get involved with K's attempted drug business. But if Ronan was sure, Kavinsky wouldn't stop him.]

People assuming it's magic is already bad enough, isn't i- [He stopped mid-sentence as soon as his brain caught up with what Ronan had said. His high ass mistook 'Josy' for 'Joey' at first and his mood nearly soured. His parents were the only ones who called him Joey, and that was the entire reason why he hated it. But it wasn't the same--it was new, in fact, and he mulled it over for a minute.]

If you start calling me Josy I'm gonna start calling you Ro.

[He wasn't protesting though; if he'd hated it he would have immediately made a fuss. If anything, it made him feel...special? Something like that. A nickname was more personal than calling each other by their last names, and it felt like the next step in whatever their relationship was.]

[If he'd been sober, he would've been a lot more irritated by these questions. As it was, he was just debating how much he should say. If it was just him, he wouldn't have worried as much, but he had Ronan to think of, too.]

I was born with it. Been practicing my whole life.

Mm. We can work it out later. Toss some things around in a dream, maybe.

[He grins at the way that K almost melts against him. He can't help the way that it makes him feel pleased every time he can manage to pull a reaction from him like this, see him melt a little the way Ronan does. He always feels so overwhelmed when he touches him or kisses him, so it's just nice when he flips the tables a little.

He wants to bite him. But he also wants him to listen to what he's saying, so he holds off for the moment, just nuzzles at his skin and pretends he isn't a little more feral than Declan had ever been comfortable with. Still impulsive, just differently. He does want to bite him, though.]

I don't mind. I.. I don't want you to be in this alone. So I'll help if I can. I'm not good at the stuff you are, but if I can vouch for you or something like that, I will. [He flushes a little, shrugs his shoulders like he's aware that there's something almost illicit about that declaration. The way that it sounds a lot like some sort of loyalty. Like what he's really saying is this: you and I, together.]

Back home you'd have your pack.

[People to look out for him, is what he means. Ronan would honestly break someone's face for hurting K, but he doesn't say that. Instead he just grins when Kavinsky- Josy- doesn't protest the nickname and just mentions that he gets to call him Ro. He murmurs a little, the sound of it easy with approval.]

I think I like it, if you're saying it.

[And then he bites him.

Not too hard- not quite enough to bleed, but enough to sting a little, to leave a mark just above his tee-shirt, enough for it to be something Ronan can see on his skin for a while. If he didn't know better, K might think Ronan was being possessive. He might think that talking about the drugs and restarting his empire left Ronan with the idea of Kavinsky as Dark King of Henrietta. Stirred thoughts of the other sorts of indulgences he was known for in that list of drugs, sex and cars. Few people saw Ronan as the possessive type, now or even later, but then few people knew him.

He drags his lips against where the mark lingers against his skin; a proper kiss this time. And even if the other boy can't see his smile it's there in the was his breath quickens.]

But I think you were offering to get me high.

Sounds good.

[But pretty much everything Ronan was saying right now sounded good. Even calling him Josy. He especially appreciated that, when given the choice, Ronan didn't shy away from wanting to help him out. Loyalty meant everything to Kavinsky; it was all he really asked of people. He wanted to know that someone would have his back, that he could rely on them.]

Okay. [He'd let Ronan help out then, vouch for him.] You know, you could be part of the pack, too. I've wanted you to be for a long time.

[He made it sound a little like people were joining a cult instead of just becoming close friends with him, but when he sometimes called himself a god or a king, was there really much of a difference? There was no leaving once you were in though, not without incurring Kavinsky's wrath. You didn't just stop being part of the pack.

He was about to say something about how he thought he liked Josy too, but only when Ronan was saying it, when Ronan bit him. His pulse spiked and he moaned, completely unashamed, as his eyes fluttered closed. Instinctively, he pressed against the other boy. It was enough to make him briefly forget what they'd been talking about, and anything about offering Ronan some weed.]

Fuck. Was I?

[He was half-tempted to ask him to bite him again.]

I see. Are magical abilities a common trait in your world? Or did your magic rather get you in trouble merely for having them?

[ He's just looking for similarities between the powers brought in from other worlds. Call it professional curiosity. ]

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