Damn well better not. I'm not going to babysit a second time.
[it's easier for a comment like that to be taken at face value when he's crouched down and facing away from Kit. he had no desire to be relied upon, but at the same time he knew deep within his heart that there wasn't a brawl he wouldn't jump into if it meant being at the other boy's side. when had that happened?
he doesn't dwell on it long. his nimble pilfering more than occupies his mind, running rudimentary calculations on various trinkets as he systematically empties their wallets straight into the bagel bag. he saves Kurt for last, out of some mocking respect of his being the leader of this sorry gang; at the end of his shakedown he pauses, gaze lingering on the fallen boy's brass knuckles.
these Vincent really didn't need. they weren't worth all that much, and he himself didn't fight with such crude tools. but it made for such an appealing trophy that he found himself tugging them off all the same despite not being particularly inclined to do so on the regular. maybe he could mount them over the apartment doorway.
Kit's blood is still splattered across the metal where it had made a connection with his face. before he can even think he's dipping his head, tongue snaking out to get a taste.
...he was going to blame Hiei for that. without any indication of his previous action he drops the knuckles into the bag and stands once more, stopping only to retrieve the rest of his coffee from the stoop.]
You might as well not bother going to classes at this point.
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[it's easier for a comment like that to be taken at face value when he's crouched down and facing away from Kit. he had no desire to be relied upon, but at the same time he knew deep within his heart that there wasn't a brawl he wouldn't jump into if it meant being at the other boy's side. when had that happened?
he doesn't dwell on it long. his nimble pilfering more than occupies his mind, running rudimentary calculations on various trinkets as he systematically empties their wallets straight into the bagel bag. he saves Kurt for last, out of some mocking respect of his being the leader of this sorry gang; at the end of his shakedown he pauses, gaze lingering on the fallen boy's brass knuckles.
these Vincent really didn't need. they weren't worth all that much, and he himself didn't fight with such crude tools. but it made for such an appealing trophy that he found himself tugging them off all the same despite not being particularly inclined to do so on the regular. maybe he could mount them over the apartment doorway.
Kit's blood is still splattered across the metal where it had made a connection with his face. before he can even think he's dipping his head, tongue snaking out to get a taste.
...he was going to blame Hiei for that. without any indication of his previous action he drops the knuckles into the bag and stands once more, stopping only to retrieve the rest of his coffee from the stoop.]
You might as well not bother going to classes at this point.