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Hiei ([personal profile] blacktemper) wrote in [community profile] tornheart2017-09-17 02:30 am
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you leave me little notes on my pillow

Who: Vincent & Kit
When: Sept. 16th
Where: Green Valley School
What: Apparently some people take offense to others sleeping on benches.

[it's been almost a day and a half since his roommates were brainless enough to lead the police right to their apartment, and Vincent still hasn't managed to muster up any feelings on the matter beyond severe exasperation. he'd spent far longer in more dire circumstances immediately following his flight from home; all things considered, this was just a minor annoyance.

even so, hanging around various parts of Hagu had only served to keep his irritation hot rather than further cooling it down. for a change in scenery he's made his way to Eddan's most prestigious academic facility, although the choice has its practical components as well. even without a uniform it was easy to mistake him for merely another student hanging around after school, including (as he found out soon after his arrival) 'borrowing' a blanket and pillow from the nurse's office.

it's late in the day now, the realm of students with extracurricular activities, and Vincent's made himself quite comfortable on one of the many benches scattered around campus. he'd kept to one beneath a tree earlier in the day, but the weather had promised to get a bit windy during the night and so he's moved so as to avoid waking up covered in nature's refuse.

he seems to be pretty comfortable all the same, stretched out bodily with his legs crossed and guitar resting peacefully by his feet. it had been a small mercy that he'd been on his way home from practice when he'd heard the stupid news, preventing his precious instrument from suffering the same temporary lockdown as the rest of his belongings. a sloppily folded newspaper obscures most of his face from view, although the telltale smoke trail curling over the paper makes it easy to guess what else he's doing back there.

it's not the smartest thing to be doing when you're trying to lay low, but nicotine addiction is an ugly thing. every now and then Vincent pauses in his progress through today's sudoku to look over at any students he feels are staring at him too long, leveling a truly frightening glower their way. go on, it seems to dare them. just try and report this to a teacher.]
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[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-27 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[While Kit failed to respond to the kiss, he also failed to push Vincent away. There'd been plenty of time. And if he'd really wanted to, he could have easily taken one of the forks still in the sink and stuck Vincent's hand with it. He'd had no shortage of ways to prevent their faces from coming close together or their lips from meeting.

But he'd done nothing.

And he continued to do nothing as Vincent hopped off the counter and walked away. He forgot about what was left in the sink. Forgot about drying off his hands. And he didn't dare turn to watch the other boy go. He wasn't sure what to think let alone say.

One moment Vincent was telling him he wasn't here to be enjoyed, the next he was kissing him. The mixed signals he was giving were giving Kit a headache...]
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[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-27 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Several more minutes came and went again before Kit finished at the sink. A job that should only have taken two at most had taken him nearly ten, and even then he still felt obliged to tidy up the area before deciding to disappear into his own room...

...where he did not stay.

After grabbing his jacket and keys, Kit stole a glance in the direction of the spare bedroom across the flat. Vincent had shut him out. There was nothing there to see. And if he stayed here to dwell on what had happened or what the other boy had been hoping to accomplish by being so confusing, nothing good would come of it.

But a walk, now that might clear his head. A little productivity would help him shake off the lingering feeling of the other boy's mouth on his and to brush away any of his own confusion or irritation at being much too invested in someone. So he was on the phone almost immediately upon leaving his room and heading for the front door, speaking to someone on the other end about a job in Eastmount.

It sounded simple enough. A young man's dog was stolen by a neighbor in an apartment one block over, but police had failed to take his complaints seriously because he didn't have papers declaring himself the owner. He had photos, however. Which he'd happily supplied Kit with. As well as the address of the culprit.

The trip there had taken maybe twenty minutes by train, and breaking into the flat itself took no time at all. Unfortunately, while he'd been told the man who'd stolen the dog wouldn't be home, the information had been incorrect. There'd been a scuffle upon breaking into the apartment, one that had resulted in Kit's skull being struck with the back of a pan and his left forearm being cut upon with a kitchen knife, but in the end he'd overwhelmed his assailant and rescued the dog, an affectionate and floppy-eared beagle named Charlie.

Charlie was happy to be returned to his true owner a short time later, as long as it took Kit to halfway bandage his arm and clean up any evidence of his having been at the apartment. But no one was as happy as Charlie's owner who, despite being built like a truck, broke down into tears when he was returned safely. Evidently, he was the sort of person who didn't believe in violence, because if he had, retrieving the dog himself would have been no trouble at all. But that was none of Kit's concern. Things had ended well, he was paid for his work, and he took the next available train back to Green Valley.

It was early afternoon by the time he was walking back into his dorm, but his work wasn't done yet. Now he had to properly tend to the gash on his arm, which was probably going to require ten to fifteen stitches...]
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[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-27 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kit hadn't been expecting his new roommate to be lounging on the sofa when he'd returned home, and he paused en route to his bedroom, one hand covering the tear in his jacket and the cut beneath, but also doing nothing to conceal the blood stains. He wasn't certain how to read Vincent's expression. Was it concern or simple curiosity that had lifted his brows? And why was he bothering with trying to read into it?]

It's just a scratch.

[Alright, it was absolutely not just a scratch, but he'd had worse, or that was the logic behind his lie. Vincent didn't need to worry about him. He could go back to watching whatever it was he had blasting from the television set. Kit would deal with his appearance, some of which was Vincent's fault. The shiner from the night before had taken a faintly purple hue beneath his eye. But again...he'd had worse.]

I'll be back in a moment.

[So he said, but as Kit disappeared into his room and closed the door, it seemed clear that he didn't plan to emerge again anytime soon. He peeled off his jacket and wandered towards the bathroom. Temporarily, it was hung over the side of the tub to be cleaned up and sewn later. Kit's primary focus was the process of rolling up his sleeve, opening his medical case, washing off, and then disinfecting the gash on his arm.]
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[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-27 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Three stitches more than the fifteen he'd estimated were required. It took some time, especially working one-handed, but after cleaning the site, sterilizing it as well as his tools, and then sewing the skin shut, a process that was mostly painless for the numbness of his flesh closest to the edges of the gash, Kit was finally done. He was grateful for a steady hand and for being familiar with things like sewing. The final dressing looked quite professional.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much to be done about the shiner or the lump on his head, and after rinsing off what blood he could from his jacket, Kit realized it wasn't going to be salvageable.

It was at least an hour later when he emerged wearing a new shirt with long sleeves. Carrying both the old one and his jacket with him, he headed in the direction of the kitchen and deposited the items into the trash. And it was only after ducking his head into the fridge that he bothered to speak at all...]


What have you been doing all day besides eating my food?
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[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-27 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Although he wouldn't admit it, Vincent's response stung the way a slap across the face might have. Of course, just as he would have done if he'd really been struck, Kit closed the fridge door and smiled, the expression free of any of discontent and masking perfectly his hurt. Bringing an Asian pear with him, he wandered over toward the arm chair and sat down, long legs draped over the side of the chair furthest from the sofa where his companion sat.]

So mysterious.

[As he took a bite of the fruit, the sweet crunch quite satisfying, he decided to play his own game and guess at Vincent's activities.]

Reading the obituaries for inspiration?
Edited 2017-09-27 21:08 (UTC)
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date the robohusbando

[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-27 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
They're not always boring. The bereaved have been known to write some rather peculiar things.

[But, as that didn't appear to be what Vincent was doing, Kit craned his head to the side to try and steal a better glimpse at the paper. Taking another bite of pear, he observed that the other teen appeared to be reading through a section near the back. He didn't seem like the sort to be checking sports scores, so the entertainment section or the classifieds were his best bet.

...was he actually looking for an apartment or for new roommates to move in with? The thought made Kit's chest tighten in a way he didn't like.]


Looking for love in the personals?
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yes and we established you are going to love the robot

[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-27 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know, I think it should. Even quality horror shouldn't take itself too seriously. You need to entice your audience with different emotions so that they don't become desensitized to what you're selling.

[He waved his pear at Vincent and then, as if realizing putting food anywhere near the other boy was a good way to lose it, he pulled it back again.]

In any case, it was just a thought. And no...why would I feel threatened?

[As he shifted his attention to the googly-eyed face on the doorknob to his bedroom, Kit crossed his legs over the arm of the chair and took another bite of his pear. Vincent could see whomever he wanted. Live wherever he chose, with whomever his heart desired. It was of no consequence to him.]
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yes??? obviously ai is worth it

[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-27 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[Kit arched a brow, casting a sideways glance in Vincent's direction.]

You don't wear them, too?

[...on second thought, did he really want to know?

The next bite out of his pear was almost annoyed as, once more, he turned his attention away from his guest. This time towards the television as an obnoxiously loud commercial about a car endorsed by someone Kit had never heard of began airing.]


You're imagining things.
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I KNOW ALL I NEED TO

[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-28 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He could feel the weight of Vincent's gaze, alright. Like having an entire furnace dropped on his shoulders, scalding and impossible to shake off. It was uncomfortable. Or was it? There was a certain excitement to be found in the way those eyes rested on him...

Refusing to acknowledge Vincent's question, he instead chose to respond to his secondary statement. It was easier, and allowed for him to not have to speak about the other matter, if only for the time being.]


I'll believe that when I see it.
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LOVE AI

[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-28 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Canting his head to the side again, Kit let his eyes rake slow and purposefully over Vincent. The other boy was still wearing the sweater that Kit had given him the other night, its long sleeves rolled up to properly accommodate his smaller stature. It was very different from the attire he'd shown up wearing.]

I've seen what you wear day-to-day, but is that how you perform on stage? That's what I want to see.
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UHHHH SURE

[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-28 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[It seemed Vincent hadn't understood after all. Kit wasn't sure why he'd thought he would, always more eager to fight than to listen and really hear what was being said.

Music was Vincent's passion, Kit had known that since the first night he'd met him. But after all this time he had yet to really see the other boy perform. In fact, he really only knew of one other member in the band, someone he'd supposedly spent time with at the detention center. He didn't even know the group's name.

But he wanted to.

Vincent, of course, hadn't seemed to follow that train of thought and Kit, with a shake of his head, turned back to his pear.]


How frightening.
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[personal profile] whitefox 2017-09-28 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Kit shrugged his shoulders, one foot tapping at the air.]

You said it, not me.

[Taking another bite of pear, he continued to dig his grave, a talent he had perfected by now by not knowing when to stop poking the wasps' nest. He really could learn to take a page from Vincent's book once in a while and be a little more direct.]

Without seeing the whole act for myself, I can only assume you look like children playing at Halloween.

WHY NOT IT'S FINE

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