[ugh, he knew it. and with the deposit of the towel around his shoulders, it's clear that his host was more than willing to use the same strategy on getting him dried off and into clean clothes.
he really should have just taken his chances with the storm.]
Do you really think I'd let you hang onto my things either way?
[you mean the way that Kit had with his other sweater, Vincent? but the thought doesn't cross his mind as he rises; all he's wondering now is whether or not it would be safe to leave the guitar in the living room while he was forced to change.
in the end he decides to trust in the same consideration that had kept those belongings safe throughout their brawl. he really doesn't have much choice. thankfully it doesn't take him very long to change, even with the petulant way he drags things out. the sweater is once again several sizes too big and summarily rolled up, although the elastic in the pants prevents him having to visit such an indignity upon them.
at first it may seem that he's finally gotten with the program, but only before he was out of the doorway enough to take a look at his hair. Vincent's completely neglected to towel it off at all, the linen sitting jauntily around his shoulders once more. not only does the dripping render most of his other work pointless, he takes the time to pause and shake his head out in the living room, sending little raindrops flying everywhere.
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he really should have just taken his chances with the storm.]
Do you really think I'd let you hang onto my things either way?
[you mean the way that Kit had with his other sweater, Vincent? but the thought doesn't cross his mind as he rises; all he's wondering now is whether or not it would be safe to leave the guitar in the living room while he was forced to change.
in the end he decides to trust in the same consideration that had kept those belongings safe throughout their brawl. he really doesn't have much choice. thankfully it doesn't take him very long to change, even with the petulant way he drags things out. the sweater is once again several sizes too big and summarily rolled up, although the elastic in the pants prevents him having to visit such an indignity upon them.
at first it may seem that he's finally gotten with the program, but only before he was out of the doorway enough to take a look at his hair. Vincent's completely neglected to towel it off at all, the linen sitting jauntily around his shoulders once more. not only does the dripping render most of his other work pointless, he takes the time to pause and shake his head out in the living room, sending little raindrops flying everywhere.
your move, Kit.]