[Precious little escaped Kurama's notice, even with being sleep deprived and on the verge of collapse. Both Vincent's twinge of pain and blatant refusal to back down from any such inconvenience were noted, but neither one was commented upon. Much as Kurama cared about his would-be partner's well-being, that was obviously the last thing Vincent wanted to hear from him right now. And forcing the issue would only encourage the other boy to be more reckless with himself, not more careful.
He didn't believe for a moment that Vincent had to leave for practice, however. Not now. Later, perhaps, but he'd been in no real hurry to go anywhere until Kurama had decided to be the bearer of bad news himself. But that was one more thing in a long line of those Kurama was not about to call the other boy out on. He would keep his word. If Vincent wanted to go, then he wouldn't stop him.
But he wouldn't pretend to like the idea, either.
His stare was unfaltering as he circled the arm chair and came to stand nearer the other teen. Even as he held his hand out to accept the keys back from Vincent, if indeed he wished to relinquish them, Kurama didn't look away. He expected violence. He expected blistering hot rage. But these were things that he was built to handle, even in this body. It seemed Kit's form remembered everything and, while it was significantly more human, it was just as enduring. He would take whatever Vincent wanted to dish out.
He would even fight back to give him the release he was too bullheaded to realize he needed.
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[Precious little escaped Kurama's notice, even with being sleep deprived and on the verge of collapse. Both Vincent's twinge of pain and blatant refusal to back down from any such inconvenience were noted, but neither one was commented upon. Much as Kurama cared about his would-be partner's well-being, that was obviously the last thing Vincent wanted to hear from him right now. And forcing the issue would only encourage the other boy to be more reckless with himself, not more careful.
He didn't believe for a moment that Vincent had to leave for practice, however. Not now. Later, perhaps, but he'd been in no real hurry to go anywhere until Kurama had decided to be the bearer of bad news himself. But that was one more thing in a long line of those Kurama was not about to call the other boy out on. He would keep his word. If Vincent wanted to go, then he wouldn't stop him.
But he wouldn't pretend to like the idea, either.
His stare was unfaltering as he circled the arm chair and came to stand nearer the other teen. Even as he held his hand out to accept the keys back from Vincent, if indeed he wished to relinquish them, Kurama didn't look away. He expected violence. He expected blistering hot rage. But these were things that he was built to handle, even in this body. It seemed Kit's form remembered everything and, while it was significantly more human, it was just as enduring. He would take whatever Vincent wanted to dish out.
He would even fight back to give him the release he was too bullheaded to realize he needed.
But only if Vincent instigated anything.]