[a flicker of irritation crosses his face as his companion slams the nail on the head, overshadowing any satisfaction he might have felt over the laughter. it was true, after all - he rarely did anything he didn't want to, and his bandmates had far less stamina than Kit.
unfortunately, sometimes what he wanted was completely out of his hands. such is the case with his identity as the group's writer, despite his preference to keep that detail in the dark. Vincent makes a 'tsking' sound before crushing the lit end of his cigarette between his thumb and forefinger; the sting is an excellent way to keep him from brooding on the matter. it was his own fault for letting someone sneak up on him.]
Maybe. Guess it depends on how much you think I'm capable of.
[...well, not entirely out of his hands. Kit may have sussed out the truth, but that doesn't mean that he has to confirm it so readily. let him work for it a little bit.]
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unfortunately, sometimes what he wanted was completely out of his hands. such is the case with his identity as the group's writer, despite his preference to keep that detail in the dark. Vincent makes a 'tsking' sound before crushing the lit end of his cigarette between his thumb and forefinger; the sting is an excellent way to keep him from brooding on the matter. it was his own fault for letting someone sneak up on him.]
Maybe. Guess it depends on how much you think I'm capable of.
[...well, not entirely out of his hands. Kit may have sussed out the truth, but that doesn't mean that he has to confirm it so readily. let him work for it a little bit.]