[his brash mutter had its feet almost immediately cut out from under it as Vincent finds his wobbly stance completely decimated by a simple push. he hits the couch with an aggravated huff, staring up at Kit with all the petulance of a toddler denied ice cream after dinner. despite all this he seems perfectly content to hold onto the flyer all the same.]
You don't even know what I like.
[as if that really mattered. anyone who'd had even one meal with Vincent would know that he was willing to consume anything and everything in his path so long as it was vaguely edible.]
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[his brash mutter had its feet almost immediately cut out from under it as Vincent finds his wobbly stance completely decimated by a simple push. he hits the couch with an aggravated huff, staring up at Kit with all the petulance of a toddler denied ice cream after dinner. despite all this he seems perfectly content to hold onto the flyer all the same.]
You don't even know what I like.
[as if that really mattered. anyone who'd had even one meal with Vincent would know that he was willing to consume anything and everything in his path so long as it was vaguely edible.]