[this was possibly the worst thing to do after nearly inhaling fifty pounds of food in a single sitting. the world tips and spins around Vincent, his stomach somersaulting violently as if he wished to join in on the festivities. he can't help but groan softly when they slam onto the ground, the jolt to his system entirely unwelcome.
rather than attempt to extricate himself from the current situation, he shows off his stellar priorities by reaching for the closest hem of Kit's shirt and beginning to wipe his face off with it. might as well while he's waiting for things to stop imitating a carousel.]
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rather than attempt to extricate himself from the current situation, he shows off his stellar priorities by reaching for the closest hem of Kit's shirt and beginning to wipe his face off with it. might as well while he's waiting for things to stop imitating a carousel.]