[The question was void of any real threat despite Kit's dissatisfaction. Instead, he found himself wondering how he could lift the notebook off Vincent's person without his permission. It would be easiest to get into close proximity with it if they were to come to blows once more, but if he wasn't fighting seriously, it would be painfully obvious what his real goal was. Vincent was clever enough to see straight through such a haphazard plan, Kit was certain of that.
So, what were his alternatives?
On one hand, he could abandon the idea of hearing or seeing any of those lyrics himself. It wasn't ideal, but it was an option. Or he could supply Vincent with what he wanted, or a form of what he wanted. And that was...
...more than even money, Kit supposed what Vincent wanted was indulgence.
And it made some sense. Someone who placed so much importance upon himself would probably want nothing more than for others to recognize and accept his self-proclaimed worth. Whether or not it was deserved at this point had really never been the right question.
Sliding his back down the wall, Kit took a seat on the ground and drew both knees up to his chest, arms wrapping around them.]
In any case, if you don't want to show me, that's alright. It can't be a very attractive proposition, sharing something so intensely personal with someone you don't know well. It's not like I'd be a very good judge, anyway. Reading a lot of books is one thing, but lyrics are another.
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[The question was void of any real threat despite Kit's dissatisfaction. Instead, he found himself wondering how he could lift the notebook off Vincent's person without his permission. It would be easiest to get into close proximity with it if they were to come to blows once more, but if he wasn't fighting seriously, it would be painfully obvious what his real goal was. Vincent was clever enough to see straight through such a haphazard plan, Kit was certain of that.
So, what were his alternatives?
On one hand, he could abandon the idea of hearing or seeing any of those lyrics himself. It wasn't ideal, but it was an option. Or he could supply Vincent with what he wanted, or a form of what he wanted. And that was...
...more than even money, Kit supposed what Vincent wanted was indulgence.
And it made some sense. Someone who placed so much importance upon himself would probably want nothing more than for others to recognize and accept his self-proclaimed worth. Whether or not it was deserved at this point had really never been the right question.
Sliding his back down the wall, Kit took a seat on the ground and drew both knees up to his chest, arms wrapping around them.]
In any case, if you don't want to show me, that's alright. It can't be a very attractive proposition, sharing something so intensely personal with someone you don't know well. It's not like I'd be a very good judge, anyway. Reading a lot of books is one thing, but lyrics are another.