[with his gaze momentarily distracted as he tries to make certain they haven't forgotten to grab anything, Vincent allows his companion's wayward hand to get closer than it has any right to be. as soon as he feels the fingers against his forehead he's jerking back violently, glaring at Kit with a mix of surprise and bafflement.
what the hell was that about? it could only be the product of how banged up he'd gotten today, but even so...if he was being honest with himself, of course, he'd be able to admit that what had upset him the most was how pleasantly cool he'd found the other boy's fingertips.]
A fox is a fox. They're all the same.
[he brushes off whatever that odd encounter was with a heavy scoff before heading towards the register. that, at least, was a completely honest answer - colors may differ, but the animal was indistinguishable between all its varying species to him. it was stupid to think he'd chosen this one specifically because of his companion's tastes.
so stupid.
the man at the register is almost (if not more) as surly as Vincent himself; they seem to have some sort of silent relationship as he dumps the contents of their purchase unceremoniously in a heap on the counter. along with whatever article of clothing he'd chosen for himself were several wicked looking piercings that would only appear more ominous once affixed in somebody's face.
with a cock of his head backwards to indicate Kit, he finally speaks up again.]
He's paying.
[ah...well, it seemed that he was still himself after all.]
no subject
what the hell was that about? it could only be the product of how banged up he'd gotten today, but even so...if he was being honest with himself, of course, he'd be able to admit that what had upset him the most was how pleasantly cool he'd found the other boy's fingertips.]
A fox is a fox. They're all the same.
[he brushes off whatever that odd encounter was with a heavy scoff before heading towards the register. that, at least, was a completely honest answer - colors may differ, but the animal was indistinguishable between all its varying species to him. it was stupid to think he'd chosen this one specifically because of his companion's tastes.
so stupid.
the man at the register is almost (if not more) as surly as Vincent himself; they seem to have some sort of silent relationship as he dumps the contents of their purchase unceremoniously in a heap on the counter. along with whatever article of clothing he'd chosen for himself were several wicked looking piercings that would only appear more ominous once affixed in somebody's face.
with a cock of his head backwards to indicate Kit, he finally speaks up again.]
He's paying.
[ah...well, it seemed that he was still himself after all.]