[no trouble? that had to be a little passive-aggression, or else he was going to start wondering what exactly had been going on in this dorm before he'd arrived. but the intended distraction does work; his gaze drifts over to where his items had been spread out like a rummage sale, gratefully soaking up the dry air.]
It's done now, isn't it?
[an answer typical of him, indicating neither approval nor disapproval and yet somehow managing to sound irritated. while his host retreats into the kitchen Vincent finishes fiddling with the settings of the foreign washer and stands up, sending the appliance juddering into action.
after a few moments to ensure that the machine isn't going to burst into pieces and take his clothes with it he wanders into the kitchen, leaning up against the counter and idly watching Kit go about his work. there's no real reason for it, aside from perhaps intending to snatch the meal from him as soon as it comes out of the microwave. still, his gaze is deceptively sharp.]
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It's done now, isn't it?
[an answer typical of him, indicating neither approval nor disapproval and yet somehow managing to sound irritated. while his host retreats into the kitchen Vincent finishes fiddling with the settings of the foreign washer and stands up, sending the appliance juddering into action.
after a few moments to ensure that the machine isn't going to burst into pieces and take his clothes with it he wanders into the kitchen, leaning up against the counter and idly watching Kit go about his work. there's no real reason for it, aside from perhaps intending to snatch the meal from him as soon as it comes out of the microwave. still, his gaze is deceptively sharp.]