[it's amazing how someone can tackle another person and themselves down a full flight of stairs and still come out of it blaming his adversary for the outcome. at least the curve of his lips suggest a smile as he says it, making it safe to assume that this is merely Vincent's way of joking around. hopefully.
he doesn't seem to be currently aware of the ghastly state of his face, making no motions to wipe any of the blood away or even check to see how he's doing. it was something of a letdown at the end, but the scuffle had left him in the best mood he'd been in all night. even he isn't certain whether that was the gratitude at not having come out of this paralyzed from the waist down or some strange passing bloodlust.
whatever the reason, Kit's implication that he'd want a more serious rematch someday coaxes what may be the first laugh free of cynicism he's heard from the other boy. it's a surprisingly sweet sound.]
You'd have to actually take it seriously if we ever did that.
[as if Vincent would mind that - quite the opposite. he finally decides that laying on his back for the rest of this conversation is probably not going to work out and grabs onto the nearby railing, pulling himself upright in a single fluid motion. despite his best efforts to make it seem simple, there's no disguising the wince of pain in his expression. god damn, but he was sore.]
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[it's amazing how someone can tackle another person and themselves down a full flight of stairs and still come out of it blaming his adversary for the outcome. at least the curve of his lips suggest a smile as he says it, making it safe to assume that this is merely Vincent's way of joking around. hopefully.
he doesn't seem to be currently aware of the ghastly state of his face, making no motions to wipe any of the blood away or even check to see how he's doing. it was something of a letdown at the end, but the scuffle had left him in the best mood he'd been in all night. even he isn't certain whether that was the gratitude at not having come out of this paralyzed from the waist down or some strange passing bloodlust.
whatever the reason, Kit's implication that he'd want a more serious rematch someday coaxes what may be the first laugh free of cynicism he's heard from the other boy. it's a surprisingly sweet sound.]
You'd have to actually take it seriously if we ever did that.
[as if Vincent would mind that - quite the opposite. he finally decides that laying on his back for the rest of this conversation is probably not going to work out and grabs onto the nearby railing, pulling himself upright in a single fluid motion. despite his best efforts to make it seem simple, there's no disguising the wince of pain in his expression. god damn, but he was sore.]