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Vincenzo struggled not to roll his eyes while hearing Agastaya speak to him. Not surprisingly, he was trying to sound like he was a complete dick, even though he really wasn’t when they were in private, and he held no importance for their dissolved situation. It was a strange type of conversation, where not only was he showing he wanted to insult him, but also that he was the type of person that would; the self-proclaimed winner in the fight between them.
He couldn’t stand listening to it, or looking at his face as he spoke. His elegant features looked to be in perfect shape, unlike himself who was covered in bruises with blood on his hands. Though, he supposed he could never say Agastaya was perfectly fine, though, as he was still walking on an assembly of metal. In that sense, he would always be able to understand him and his struggles, because he went through similar or maybe worse things. In most situations, Vincenzo kind of had an understanding that he was one of the least fortunate students at Wyndham, especially considering his circumstances, but he tried never to compare himself to this person in particular. A part of it was because he helped him feel less alone. When Agastaya was in the hospital, Vincenzo was in a jail cell. When Agastaya’s friends forgot about him, Vincenzo was hopeless trying to contact his.
That was probably one of the reasons he was acting so betrayed; because they understood each other’s hardships outside of everyone else’s petty drama. That and the fact that he hadn’t contacted him for three months, especially after the other thing, but that wasn’t important.
To Vincenzo, all of it was stupid. He hoped Agastaya didn’t feel like he was ignoring him before, because if that had been the case, then we would have reached out too. But he didn’t. He knew that this was just another phase of their cyclical toxicity as much as Vincenzo did. At least he should have. And Frankly, it had gotten old, so Vincenzo kept his response short for once. He didn’t have any more energy to keep arguing.
“What the fck are you even talking about?” He asked, putting a foot back on the wall. But he didn’t sound so angry like before. Aside from being tired of Agastaya, he didn’t have the strength to retaliate, either. He reached for his back pocket, only half expecting for his phone to be there, and when it was, he unlocked the screen, ignoring the man with the hope that he would leave him alone. He went to text Renlin first, looking for the comfort of a real friend. The screen lit up, and Vincenzo chuckled reading their prior conversation.
Renzen
I seem to have left my mug in Umbra…
AceOfSpades
It’s okay. I’m outside now too. The initiation got messy
Find me in the kitchen, I’m getting frozen peas
Don’t ask
Renzen is typing …
Vincenzo’s thumbs clicked on the screen left and right before he noticed Agastaya was still standing there. He looked up at the guy, and listened to him speak again, listening with hesitance. His words sounded like mockery, emulating a soft tone of voice that he perhaps would have found convincing if it weren’t for his previous dialogue. It’s not my fault? He asked himself, wondering what the man might have thought to be the reason for his distressed appearance. If he were really as loyal as he claimed to be, he might have remembered the Umbra tradition of initiating the underclassmen, and how that usually ended in some sort of battering.
“Okay. Back to present me.”
He spoke again, and Vincenzo realized he may have thought they were no longer friends at all. Was it wrong of him to assume they both acknowledged this as just being another phase? He didn’t get much of a chance to think about it before being insulted again.
It didn’t even make sense. Was he trying to take a jab at him for hurting himself? Because if so, he was really failing.
“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but don’t try and insult me.” And you’re lucky I’m not in the condition to be angry with you right now, because-
He couldn’t finish his thought.
There was a specific rule in his limited ethics that told him not to go for the man’s jugular. He couldn’t do it with the history they had together.
“I’m leaving,” Vincenzo asserted, taking his foot off the wall and shoving past Agastaya. In that moment, his phone buzzed, and he saw that Renlin texted back just in time.
Renzen
Coming!
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@eunoia Oggy good brief interaction sorry king
@Madilfill Renlin. soz i have no motivation so ill let u do the new scene set up 