[they may both be tightly wound, but it's clear between the pair of them which was going to crack first. Vincent's hateful eyes remain locked on his target as he retraces his steps, anger only welling further at the other teen's completely unwillingness to back down. over-analytical asshat. exactly the kind of person who'd decided they'd figured everyone else out before ever starting a conversation. intolerable.
his pace doesn't slow until he's on the same level as Kit, heedless (or perhaps all too aware) of how uncomfortably close he was standing. without warning his hand flies out to grab a fistful of his companion's idiotic shirt, roughly jerking him down to his own height with far more force than is necessary. he can only pray that it hurt.
for the span of a breath he remains there, inscrutable and coiled up like an enraged snake. suddenly, hatefully, he hisses out -]
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his pace doesn't slow until he's on the same level as Kit, heedless (or perhaps all too aware) of how uncomfortably close he was standing. without warning his hand flies out to grab a fistful of his companion's idiotic shirt, roughly jerking him down to his own height with far more force than is necessary. he can only pray that it hurt.
for the span of a breath he remains there, inscrutable and coiled up like an enraged snake. suddenly, hatefully, he hisses out -]
Live.