[the foot not braced against the wall moves instantly to quash the flames as soon as they hit the ground; there's nothing in the near vicinity that could feasibly catch fire, but old habits died hard. he's not even really consciously aware of the action himself.]

A little of both. [he cants his head leisurely so that he can catch Kit's gaze.] It's not every day you get the opportunity to meet someone who's scooped out an eyeball with a piece of celery.

[Vincent's beginnings may have been soft, but he wasn't naive enough to believe even two-thirds of the stories Styx would regale him with of prison. the other teen's crimes had only been middling, he knows, and so he was desperate to make the experience - and the people he'd encountered there - harder than they really were.

unfortunately he really didn't have much of a sense of realism when it came to his embellishments. they were outrageously hilarious to listen to, especially when Styx was drunk, but completely lacking in anything believable. from the sardonic tilt of his eyebrow, it's clear that he doesn't believe the rumor he's relating.]