[just the sight of that ugly look on the other boy's face has Vincent's blood practically aching. it is possibly the worst thing anyone with a pulse could do, and yet initiating his revenge round immediately is the only thought floating through his mind currently.
it would be so easy to do. their expressions alone had pushed Kit within a hair's breadth of lashing out - he'd barely have to breathe wrong in his face to start a fight. the adrenaline would more than make up for his currently diminished state.
his hand rises up once more, and it seems that impulse has won out over rationality yet again. it descends slowly, inexorably...to give Kit an almost playful thump on the chest.]
Looks like that makes two of us.
[...so it had just been surly posturing after all. Vincent may be a musician, but his acting skills were nothing to sneeze at.
having delivered his judgement, he makes to move past his host. the intent is to rudely descend upon the other teen's fridge and find something for himself to eat - without asking, of course. this was what happened when one kept their aborted meal plans to themselves.]
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it would be so easy to do. their expressions alone had pushed Kit within a hair's breadth of lashing out - he'd barely have to breathe wrong in his face to start a fight. the adrenaline would more than make up for his currently diminished state.
his hand rises up once more, and it seems that impulse has won out over rationality yet again. it descends slowly, inexorably...to give Kit an almost playful thump on the chest.]
Looks like that makes two of us.
[...so it had just been surly posturing after all. Vincent may be a musician, but his acting skills were nothing to sneeze at.
having delivered his judgement, he makes to move past his host. the intent is to rudely descend upon the other teen's fridge and find something for himself to eat - without asking, of course. this was what happened when one kept their aborted meal plans to themselves.]