[there's a soft sniff from Vincent that sounds more disappointed than thankful, the only acknowledgement of the money in existence before the soft thumping of the vending machine in action overtakes the quiet lobby.
it's an apparently fascinating endeavor to witness, as his eyes never leave the case even as Kit tenses up and begins talking with a low sense of urgency. you'd think that he was completely alone in the world with nothing to rely on but the promise of hydration and a huge shot of sugar. he doesn't even turn around when the other boy cuts off sharply and begins to shake dangerously in place.
whatever Kit thinks about his attempt to broach this subject more aggressively, a soft tap on his chest will force him to reopen his eyes soon after the pain strikes. it's Vincent's hand, roughly shoving his recently purchased soda at the other boy. hope he likes cherry.
Vincent himself still hasn't turned around, choosing instead to watch his candy bar drop agonizingly slowly from the machine's coils into the dispenser slot. if one didn't know better, they'd think that this sign of compassion was nothing more than a hallucination, because he certainly wasn't acknowledging it.]
If you pass out I'm not going to catch you.
[maybe it really was a hallucination, despite the soda's unwavering presence until Kit decides to take it from him. his tone sure didn't sound anything more impassioned than faintly annoyed.]
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it's an apparently fascinating endeavor to witness, as his eyes never leave the case even as Kit tenses up and begins talking with a low sense of urgency. you'd think that he was completely alone in the world with nothing to rely on but the promise of hydration and a huge shot of sugar. he doesn't even turn around when the other boy cuts off sharply and begins to shake dangerously in place.
whatever Kit thinks about his attempt to broach this subject more aggressively, a soft tap on his chest will force him to reopen his eyes soon after the pain strikes. it's Vincent's hand, roughly shoving his recently purchased soda at the other boy. hope he likes cherry.
Vincent himself still hasn't turned around, choosing instead to watch his candy bar drop agonizingly slowly from the machine's coils into the dispenser slot. if one didn't know better, they'd think that this sign of compassion was nothing more than a hallucination, because he certainly wasn't acknowledging it.]
If you pass out I'm not going to catch you.
[maybe it really was a hallucination, despite the soda's unwavering presence until Kit decides to take it from him. his tone sure didn't sound anything more impassioned than faintly annoyed.]