[that gets a tiny laugh out of Vincent, the sound no doubt vibrating against Kit as he turns to rest his head against the one so stubbornly buried in his neck. his fingers rub lazy circles on the other boy's back, more microscopic massage than anything punishing.]
Then how're you gonna pay?
[he couldn't believe that he could simply reside here for free, could he? it simply wasn't done.]
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Then how're you gonna pay?
[he couldn't believe that he could simply reside here for free, could he? it simply wasn't done.]