[this some hipster bullshit. kavinsky came in for exactly one thing— to purchase a disc containing that lame-ass mad world song and maybe some other silly sentimental hipster bullshit in that genre. aric likes it, so one supposes, if one is boning aric, one should have it available. it'd been logical.
but this whole place is a smorgasboard of color and guitars and kavinsky's thug life sensibilities are offended, once he gets a look around. he pulls the shades down from his face, staring over the tops of the frames, his eyebrows climbing high on his forehead. slowly, he starts to walk through the store, only half-looking at the music on display.]
This place is giving me estrogen, [he says, to no one in particular.]
action @ flipside records (probably to be nsfw; cw misogyny);
but this whole place is a smorgasboard of color and guitars and kavinsky's thug life sensibilities are offended, once he gets a look around. he pulls the shades down from his face, staring over the tops of the frames, his eyebrows climbing high on his forehead. slowly, he starts to walk through the store, only half-looking at the music on display.]
This place is giving me estrogen, [he says, to no one in particular.]