[Break his neck, he said, as casual now as he'd been when they were discussing being eaten by oni. Kit would have laughed if every part of him wouldn't have regretted being jostled.
How was it that such an insufferable little punk had turned out to be so likable?
So like the people in the circles he'd used to run in: unpredictable and wild. The people he'd eventually walked away from. But they didn't seem to have the same spark as this boy. He wasn't intimidated by anything or anyone. Kit's own reputation didn't even spook him! It was...refreshing.]
I suppose I'll have to remember that for next time.
[With Vincent standing, it was his turn. He took his time, knowing better than to risk all the blood rushing from his head and causing another collapse. Probably, he had a very mild concussion and pushing himself now would not only be foolish, but it would hinder his ability to make good on his promise, one that even he was surprised he cared to extend.
After all the ways this boy had pushed his buttons...but wasn't that the source of his curiosity?
Slowly rising to his full height, Kit held himself steady with one hand against the wall, the other wrapped around a sore rib cage. Nothing was broken as far as he could tell, but he wouldn't be the least bit surprised later to find a number of black and blue bruises all across his skin.]
There isn't any point in hiding it, not now. You know who I am. [Who he really was. Or had been, at least. Some days Kit felt closer to his old self, while other times he felt a pull in a different direction. But no matter how much he'd changed, one thing would always remain true...] I haven't fought seriously in a long time. I'd like that very much.
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[Break his neck, he said, as casual now as he'd been when they were discussing being eaten by oni. Kit would have laughed if every part of him wouldn't have regretted being jostled.
How was it that such an insufferable little punk had turned out to be so likable?
So like the people in the circles he'd used to run in: unpredictable and wild. The people he'd eventually walked away from. But they didn't seem to have the same spark as this boy. He wasn't intimidated by anything or anyone. Kit's own reputation didn't even spook him! It was...refreshing.]
I suppose I'll have to remember that for next time.
[With Vincent standing, it was his turn. He took his time, knowing better than to risk all the blood rushing from his head and causing another collapse. Probably, he had a very mild concussion and pushing himself now would not only be foolish, but it would hinder his ability to make good on his promise, one that even he was surprised he cared to extend.
After all the ways this boy had pushed his buttons...but wasn't that the source of his curiosity?
Slowly rising to his full height, Kit held himself steady with one hand against the wall, the other wrapped around a sore rib cage. Nothing was broken as far as he could tell, but he wouldn't be the least bit surprised later to find a number of black and blue bruises all across his skin.]
There isn't any point in hiding it, not now. You know who I am. [Who he really was. Or had been, at least. Some days Kit felt closer to his old self, while other times he felt a pull in a different direction. But no matter how much he'd changed, one thing would always remain true...] I haven't fought seriously in a long time. I'd like that very much.