[Perhaps no verbal claims had been made, but Vincent's physical presence was a testament to his true intentions. Of course, Kit kept that thought to himself as the other boy rattled off his disinterest and started down the steps. On the railing side. And on his own.
He made no move to join Vincent. Instead, watching his companion descend while wearing his indifference like a mask, Kit approached the railing and peered over the side. Directly below was where they had fought earlier, their one misstep sending them both careening down the steps in painful disarray. Parts of him still ached from that confrontation, but not enough to keep him from sliding one leg up and over the railing followed by the other.
He sat there for a moment before speaking up, feet dangling in midair and green eyes focused on the drop. How far down was it? Eleven, maybe twelve feet? And precarious landing on the bottom portion of those steps, too.]
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He made no move to join Vincent. Instead, watching his companion descend while wearing his indifference like a mask, Kit approached the railing and peered over the side. Directly below was where they had fought earlier, their one misstep sending them both careening down the steps in painful disarray. Parts of him still ached from that confrontation, but not enough to keep him from sliding one leg up and over the railing followed by the other.
He sat there for a moment before speaking up, feet dangling in midair and green eyes focused on the drop. How far down was it? Eleven, maybe twelve feet? And precarious landing on the bottom portion of those steps, too.]
I think that's for the best, don't you?