Kavinsky threw up an arm, rolling his eyes. He grumbled under his breath in Bulgarian a little bit. Women. Honestly. He got up from the chair, jerking a thumb toward the back of the studio.
"I assume the biggest mess is back here, probably around where said bitchy coffee pot is lurking? I promise I won't touch your equipment."
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Kavinsky threw up an arm, rolling his eyes. He grumbled under his breath in Bulgarian a little bit. Women. Honestly. He got up from the chair, jerking a thumb toward the back of the studio.
"I assume the biggest mess is back here, probably around where said bitchy coffee pot is lurking? I promise I won't touch your equipment."