[Kit was much too observant to continue walking, easily detecting in Vincent even the most minute traces of surprise at his appearance.
He wished that it didn't make sense, but the explanation was as simple as it was glaring. The other boy was expecting someone, and he'd shown signs of alarm because that someone was not whom he expected to arrive.
Needless to say, Kit felt similarly. Each time they found one another he'd wondered if it was by some otherworldly design, but now he knew. That boy was Hiei. Even if he could draw no physical comparison to him (which was strange, to be sure) their frigid dispositions and penchant for fighting were nearly identical.
It was that knowledge, and perhaps a sense of nagging responsibility, that convinced Kit to approach Vincent after all.]
there is no such thing as "too into" aesthetic stuff excuse you
He wished that it didn't make sense, but the explanation was as simple as it was glaring. The other boy was expecting someone, and he'd shown signs of alarm because that someone was not whom he expected to arrive.
Needless to say, Kit felt similarly. Each time they found one another he'd wondered if it was by some otherworldly design, but now he knew. That boy was Hiei. Even if he could draw no physical comparison to him (which was strange, to be sure) their frigid dispositions and penchant for fighting were nearly identical.
It was that knowledge, and perhaps a sense of nagging responsibility, that convinced Kit to approach Vincent after all.]
Good morning, Hiei.