[Vincent was enough of a blight on the environment, there was no reason to compound that by littering. and some habits died harder than others, after all.
it's not a long journey, the garbage can being thoughtfully placed with the vending machine's location in mind, and he soon joins his companion at the top of the landing. the brief respite from other people's companionship was enough for him to shake off the unease that Kit's gratitude had dropped onto him; by the time he's returned he's settled more comfortably into that sense of satisfaction.
he pauses before replying, rubbing a hand idly beneath his lips to make sure that no wayward smears of chocolate had gotten caught on his snakebite. that would be just unacceptable.]
I'm hardly the only one.
[his continued presence here only confirms what had been abundantly obvious after that little dizzy stunt: Kit is trying to glean more information about Vincent's own earlier collapse, specifically what he may or may not have seen during it. the thought of someone else having suffered through the same thing is intriguing, to be sure, but not enough to goad him into giving up any information without further pressure.
it must really be chafing Kit, he thinks idly as he stares off at the stairway winding down below them. not only is he at a disadvantage, all of his efforts to turn this excursion into something fruitful have been summarily thwarted. Vincent knew some of his past, while the other boy couldn't even lay claim to his name.
it's enough to make him chuckle quietly as he looks back at his companion with a small smile.]
But at least I can say that I got everything I came for.
[it's unfair to tease him over his failures, but he can't help himself. it was all in relatively good fun...for him, at least.]
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it's not a long journey, the garbage can being thoughtfully placed with the vending machine's location in mind, and he soon joins his companion at the top of the landing. the brief respite from other people's companionship was enough for him to shake off the unease that Kit's gratitude had dropped onto him; by the time he's returned he's settled more comfortably into that sense of satisfaction.
he pauses before replying, rubbing a hand idly beneath his lips to make sure that no wayward smears of chocolate had gotten caught on his snakebite. that would be just unacceptable.]
I'm hardly the only one.
[his continued presence here only confirms what had been abundantly obvious after that little dizzy stunt: Kit is trying to glean more information about Vincent's own earlier collapse, specifically what he may or may not have seen during it. the thought of someone else having suffered through the same thing is intriguing, to be sure, but not enough to goad him into giving up any information without further pressure.
it must really be chafing Kit, he thinks idly as he stares off at the stairway winding down below them. not only is he at a disadvantage, all of his efforts to turn this excursion into something fruitful have been summarily thwarted. Vincent knew some of his past, while the other boy couldn't even lay claim to his name.
it's enough to make him chuckle quietly as he looks back at his companion with a small smile.]
But at least I can say that I got everything I came for.
[it's unfair to tease him over his failures, but he can't help himself. it was all in relatively good fun...for him, at least.]