[Kit was still for a moment, staring expectantly at the other boy, but when he didn't get off on his own and instead proceeded to be even more of a brat, Kit gave him a shove. Dumping Vincent next to him so he could push himself up on his elbows, he tried to get a look at the table and make certain too big of a mess hadn't been made.
He really didn't feel like sweeping and mopping...and it seemed, for now at least, he wouldn't have to. He was spared a disaster zone by the merciful hand of fate. Or coincidence.
A hand he did not spare Vincent which was thwacked across his head when his attention turned sharply back to the other boy.]
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He really didn't feel like sweeping and mopping...and it seemed, for now at least, he wouldn't have to. He was spared a disaster zone by the merciful hand of fate. Or coincidence.
A hand he did not spare Vincent which was thwacked across his head when his attention turned sharply back to the other boy.]