[it appears as if Vincent hadn't moved from his spot on the couch, but the illusion would be shattered whenever the other boy deigned to check his kitchen garbage. his guest had managed to finish the tomatoes and go through several other items in his fridge all within the span of time it took him to make the bed. it's truly a remarkable talent.

when it becomes clear that Kit is attempting to simply shape reality to suit his wishes, however, he rises back to his feet with a heavy scowl on his face. it didn't come as much of a surprise, but god did it still chafe him something awful. how could anyone stand being around such a self-satisfied bastard?]

How about a little respect? Or do you honestly think if you pretend you can't hear me then I'm just going to give in?