[you might as well just act on your impulses, Kit. it's not as if the company is going to get any more polite as time goes by.
said company puts up a hand to half-heartedly attempt to knock off the one on his shoulder before it can be removed by itself, too busy with the food (and a little too tired, in all honesty) to give it a more robust effort. it wasn't as if the other boy could really escape him in their current setting.
by the time Kit returns from his sojourn into the bedroom, Vincent has polished off the remainder of his dinner and already made an initial foray into the fridge. he's seated on the couch with a carton of cherry tomatoes, momentarily paused in his rapid consumption to readjust a drooping sweater sleeve.
the sheets in his host's hand earns him a suspicious look. he'd completely forgotten the original offer that had been made to him after all the fuss over his face and hair.]
no subject
said company puts up a hand to half-heartedly attempt to knock off the one on his shoulder before it can be removed by itself, too busy with the food (and a little too tired, in all honesty) to give it a more robust effort. it wasn't as if the other boy could really escape him in their current setting.
by the time Kit returns from his sojourn into the bedroom, Vincent has polished off the remainder of his dinner and already made an initial foray into the fridge. he's seated on the couch with a carton of cherry tomatoes, momentarily paused in his rapid consumption to readjust a drooping sweater sleeve.
the sheets in his host's hand earns him a suspicious look. he'd completely forgotten the original offer that had been made to him after all the fuss over his face and hair.]
It's a little late for that.