Kevin was really trying to behave, honest, but at the suggestion that he might have come to the party, he couldn't help giving Cess a skeptical look from under the fringe of his hair. "Me?" he said pointedly. "At a party?" He shook his head and turned to gather up a couple soda cans from one of the chairs. "Can't eat or drink, can't uncover enough to swim, don't like most of the school enough to want to hang out with 'em, and except for like maybe Rogue, nobody wants the death-touch kid around." He glanced over at Cessily doubtfully. "Well. I mean, Rogue and you. Maybe."
He carried the cans over to dump them into the plastic bag that had presumably held some sort of food. It was gone now, and he was glad for that; food was gross, and he didn't want to deal with it. "I was busy, anyway," he told Cess, without looking up at her. "I made you something. For your birthday. You can't have it yet, it's not finished, but I'm almost done." Kevin was a little shy, suddenly, about showing what he'd made to Cessily. What if she didn't like it? What if she thought it was dumb, or she didn't get it, or...? He frowned, uncertain, and hid that uncertainty by moving a few steps away to pick up a couple more soda cans.