[Fubuki's aim is pretty spot on, but unfortunately for him this isn't the first time that something's been thrown at Vincent. he manages to put the offending cigarette safely in his mouth before the stone ricochets off his hand without so much as a wince. he could probably have avoided that, yes, but that wouldn't have proved the point half as well.
he stands leisurely, as if some punk kid hadn't just called him out, taking his time to come down from the bleachers and get onto the field proper. when he finally deigns to respond it's clear why.]
As soon as I see something worth respecting.
[because there certainly wasn't anything worth that sort of effort present right now. once Vincent gets onto the pitch he discards his cigarette right onto the grass before wandering closer to his opponent, that same smug air of nonchalance enveloping him.
he never drops his butts onto the ground once he's finished with them, and has no intention of leaving even that one in place there. but it's clearly an action that'll wind Fubuki up even further, and he can't help but want to antagonize him to the fullest.]
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he stands leisurely, as if some punk kid hadn't just called him out, taking his time to come down from the bleachers and get onto the field proper. when he finally deigns to respond it's clear why.]
As soon as I see something worth respecting.
[because there certainly wasn't anything worth that sort of effort present right now. once Vincent gets onto the pitch he discards his cigarette right onto the grass before wandering closer to his opponent, that same smug air of nonchalance enveloping him.
he never drops his butts onto the ground once he's finished with them, and has no intention of leaving even that one in place there. but it's clearly an action that'll wind Fubuki up even further, and he can't help but want to antagonize him to the fullest.]