[His hands weren't the problem here, not with the way Vincent seemed determined to keep their legs in a tangle! His kicks were sharp, and while it was clear for now that he had no interest in delivering lasting damage, Kit returned every blow with one of his own, the pair of them squabbling like petty kindergarteners who had woken up cranky from their naps.]
I'm not the one who can't keep his feet to himself!
[He said while kicking Vincent in the kneecap, and then again in the shin. It would serve him right! For being someone Kit had inadvertently let his guard down around as much as he had. And for being so bullheaded and frustrating, too! None of which was Kit's fault. Absolutely not.]
polluted by all our threads?
I'm not the one who can't keep his feet to himself!
[He said while kicking Vincent in the kneecap, and then again in the shin. It would serve him right! For being someone Kit had inadvertently let his guard down around as much as he had. And for being so bullheaded and frustrating, too! None of which was Kit's fault. Absolutely not.]