The most minute of twitches followed Reid's exclamation. It was a testament to his composure that Kit didn't drag the heel of his palm down his face in exasperation, too.
He ought to have paid more attention to whose opinion he'd been debunking...
"We spent a year at the detention center together and you can't even get my name right?" Kit sighed. Probably, this is all the proof he needs to know that none of the books he'd duped the other boy into reading would have stuck with him, either. How sad.
Hands in his pockets, he turned his attention back to the sharks. He liked them well enough, as much as he could like any hunter of any species, but there was a limit to just how much he could allow himself to be impressed by them.
"Where is the beauty in dying without a fight, Reid?"
He wasn't a violent person. At least...not without justification or provocation. But he was still someone with pride, who could only think it shameful to die so easily. Kit Florentine would never be prey.
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He ought to have paid more attention to whose opinion he'd been debunking...
"We spent a year at the detention center together and you can't even get my name right?" Kit sighed. Probably, this is all the proof he needs to know that none of the books he'd duped the other boy into reading would have stuck with him, either. How sad.
Hands in his pockets, he turned his attention back to the sharks. He liked them well enough, as much as he could like any hunter of any species, but there was a limit to just how much he could allow himself to be impressed by them.
"Where is the beauty in dying without a fight, Reid?"
He wasn't a violent person. At least...not without justification or provocation. But he was still someone with pride, who could only think it shameful to die so easily. Kit Florentine would never be prey.