[there's no change in Vincent's posture as the other boy decides to join him at the vending machine, no attempt to turn and accept the repeated attempts at making this a real conversation. the only thing he does is stretch his arm out behind him, palm open expectantly for the reimbursement he'd been promised several floors ago.
a part of him almost hopes that this rudeness will be the final straw in driving him away and saving his money for more appreciative companions. there was something beyond his pride that caused his hackles to raise at the thought of being forced to discuss his collapse, although he was at a loss to name it. did it matter, really? it wasn't as if trust was something he threw about carelessly regardless of the situation.
it's not enough to completely brush away his suspicions, but Vincent is willing to chalk at least part of it up to his headache. it hadn't diminished this whole time, but now it's returned as something more than a dim ache - and just as curiously located as last time. all of that pain centralized right in the middle of his forehead...it was in many ways even more bizarre than the visions he'd suffered through.
maybe he really was more dehydrated than he'd first assumed. if Kit decided to play the fool and make good on his promise to finance this, perhaps he'd pick up a drink along with the snacks. his eyes scan the rows of options with an angry severity that is far too much for the task at hand, doing their best to conceal the way they'd occasionally drift to keep track of the other boy in the case's reflection.
he wouldn't let him be eaten by a rampaging demon, no. but Vincent would be the biggest fool of all if he allowed his guard to lower now.]
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[there's no change in Vincent's posture as the other boy decides to join him at the vending machine, no attempt to turn and accept the repeated attempts at making this a real conversation. the only thing he does is stretch his arm out behind him, palm open expectantly for the reimbursement he'd been promised several floors ago.
a part of him almost hopes that this rudeness will be the final straw in driving him away and saving his money for more appreciative companions. there was something beyond his pride that caused his hackles to raise at the thought of being forced to discuss his collapse, although he was at a loss to name it. did it matter, really? it wasn't as if trust was something he threw about carelessly regardless of the situation.
it's not enough to completely brush away his suspicions, but Vincent is willing to chalk at least part of it up to his headache. it hadn't diminished this whole time, but now it's returned as something more than a dim ache - and just as curiously located as last time. all of that pain centralized right in the middle of his forehead...it was in many ways even more bizarre than the visions he'd suffered through.
maybe he really was more dehydrated than he'd first assumed. if Kit decided to play the fool and make good on his promise to finance this, perhaps he'd pick up a drink along with the snacks. his eyes scan the rows of options with an angry severity that is far too much for the task at hand, doing their best to conceal the way they'd occasionally drift to keep track of the other boy in the case's reflection.
he wouldn't let him be eaten by a rampaging demon, no. but Vincent would be the biggest fool of all if he allowed his guard to lower now.]