Kavinsky smiled, stepping into Jack's space and beyond, into his apartment. It was much the same as any of the generics, much the same as--as Al's had been, when he'd lived here, as well. There were a few small things that were definitely Jack's, like the drafting table and some little things, but mostly it was a sparse thing, still outfitted the way it came.
"So, do you have this interdimensional cable horseshit? Because it's Eurovision season, and I feel like I need to educate you on this part of my heritage. Also, you have to tell me how that ID held up to snuff. You were golden with the clubs, right?"
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Kavinsky smiled, stepping into Jack's space and beyond, into his apartment. It was much the same as any of the generics, much the same as--as Al's had been, when he'd lived here, as well. There were a few small things that were definitely Jack's, like the drafting table and some little things, but mostly it was a sparse thing, still outfitted the way it came.
"So, do you have this interdimensional cable horseshit? Because it's Eurovision season, and I feel like I need to educate you on this part of my heritage. Also, you have to tell me how that ID held up to snuff. You were golden with the clubs, right?"