Kit half expected the other boy to hurl the can at his head for all his chuckling, but Vincent's arm doesn't so much as twitch in his general direction. Had he overdone it by tackling the stairs again in his condition, perhaps? Or was he truly that committed to environmental practices?
Not that the latter was something Kit would judge him for. On the contrary...it was quite a respectable trait to find in someone, just not the sort of thing he'd expect from someone so poked full of holes he could shred cheese better than a cheese grater.
As he took a steadying breath and righted himself, standing apart from the wall now, Kit tilted his head back and gazed up at Vincent...but it was as if he were actually looking down at him.]
I wouldn't advise trying anything so strenuous in your condition.
[He made no mention of his own physical state, standing now as if he didn't feel the aches that had settled into his bones. They were, all of them, very much still there. And they would slow him down with certainty if Vincent chose to engage, too. But, with a little bluffing, perhaps he could at least determine how ready to fight his companion actually was? For he hadn't begun descending those steps the way he'd climbed them in an awful hurry the last time Kit had crossed a line. Surely he'd reached some limit and was barking because he was too tired to bite.]
I promised I would be serious the next time we fought. If you wish to do so here and now...I'll only hold back enough to keep from killing you.
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Kit half expected the other boy to hurl the can at his head for all his chuckling, but Vincent's arm doesn't so much as twitch in his general direction. Had he overdone it by tackling the stairs again in his condition, perhaps? Or was he truly that committed to environmental practices?
Not that the latter was something Kit would judge him for. On the contrary...it was quite a respectable trait to find in someone, just not the sort of thing he'd expect from someone so poked full of holes he could shred cheese better than a cheese grater.
As he took a steadying breath and righted himself, standing apart from the wall now, Kit tilted his head back and gazed up at Vincent...but it was as if he were actually looking down at him.]
I wouldn't advise trying anything so strenuous in your condition.
[He made no mention of his own physical state, standing now as if he didn't feel the aches that had settled into his bones. They were, all of them, very much still there. And they would slow him down with certainty if Vincent chose to engage, too. But, with a little bluffing, perhaps he could at least determine how ready to fight his companion actually was? For he hadn't begun descending those steps the way he'd climbed them in an awful hurry the last time Kit had crossed a line. Surely he'd reached some limit and was barking because he was too tired to bite.]
I promised I would be serious the next time we fought. If you wish to do so here and now...I'll only hold back enough to keep from killing you.