[Vincent laughs aloud at the blatant rebellion against his little quip and, despite even his own better judgement, proceeds to down the rest of his beer in a single breath. whether it was to stifle more mirth or push his companion to the brink once more by setting forth another silent challenge he couldn't say.
whatever the real answer, he knew one thing for certain: just like Kit, he refused to lose. it's what spurs him into completely ignoring the screeching protestations of his body and pushing himself off the bed and upright at last. the brief rest made the movement even worse than when he'd gotten dressed, but unlike last time that fails to stop him now.
he moves at a deceptively leisurely pace to stand before both the other boy and the door. before answering he observes the open doorway for a moment, expression clearly unimpressed.]
So they say.
[his gaze returns to Kit, an unpleasant smile tugging at the edges of his lips. this was a poor idea for several reasons, but he never could seem to find a way to talk himself out of such things. oh well.]
Makes you wonder how far you can push, doesn't it?
[and with that he raises a hand and slams the empty beer can down, substituting Kit's shoulder for the usual forehead required for this particular party trick.
he can't be absolutely certain whether the action is hurting himself or the other boy more, but he refuses to let the possibility of his entire arm falling off stop him. the can crumples appropriately thanks to his dogged triumph over common sense and the human body's warnings.]
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whatever the real answer, he knew one thing for certain: just like Kit, he refused to lose. it's what spurs him into completely ignoring the screeching protestations of his body and pushing himself off the bed and upright at last. the brief rest made the movement even worse than when he'd gotten dressed, but unlike last time that fails to stop him now.
he moves at a deceptively leisurely pace to stand before both the other boy and the door. before answering he observes the open doorway for a moment, expression clearly unimpressed.]
So they say.
[his gaze returns to Kit, an unpleasant smile tugging at the edges of his lips. this was a poor idea for several reasons, but he never could seem to find a way to talk himself out of such things. oh well.]
Makes you wonder how far you can push, doesn't it?
[and with that he raises a hand and slams the empty beer can down, substituting Kit's shoulder for the usual forehead required for this particular party trick.
he can't be absolutely certain whether the action is hurting himself or the other boy more, but he refuses to let the possibility of his entire arm falling off stop him. the can crumples appropriately thanks to his dogged triumph over common sense and the human body's warnings.]