[Profane language was to be expected. In a way, its predictability was even a little endearing. Less so was the way Vincent began to throw a tantrum, pulling at his hands and even going so far as to stomp on his foot, and yet Kit still found himself smiling through the trouble, his hands never once relinquishing in their efforts.
In fact, he didn't pause at all until Vincent's head landed upon his chest...with a thump whose cause Kit couldn't be certain was external or internal.
What was Vincent doing? Was this some bizarre sign of deference or was he grasping at straws for a way to distract Kit and get him to stop? That...it had to be the latter. But the truly troubling part was that it had worked. Even now, Kit found himself standing very still, his hands resting upon the towel atop Vincent's head and unmoving. Why?
Why wasn't he doing something? Or saying something? Anything at all had to be better than this frozen silence...right?]
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In fact, he didn't pause at all until Vincent's head landed upon his chest...with a thump whose cause Kit couldn't be certain was external or internal.
What was Vincent doing? Was this some bizarre sign of deference or was he grasping at straws for a way to distract Kit and get him to stop? That...it had to be the latter. But the truly troubling part was that it had worked. Even now, Kit found himself standing very still, his hands resting upon the towel atop Vincent's head and unmoving. Why?
Why wasn't he doing something? Or saying something? Anything at all had to be better than this frozen silence...right?]