Viktor stood on the sidewalk and took a puff from his cigarette. He coughed a little and then mumbled something to himself, bending down and putting the cig out.
Vincent trips, causing his books and papers to go flying everywhere
Vincent: SHIT! He starts quickly picking them up
"..."
A book went flying towards him and he caught it with his free hand. He stood up, walking over to Vincent. He tapped the book on Vincents head.
"Your book."
Vincent: Hm? Oh-thanks...
He grabs it
"Why do you need so many..useless fuckin' books?"
Vincent: Books aren't usless...you'd know that if you cared to crack one open sometime.
He gathers the rest of his books and papers up with a sigh and starts to walk away
He followed after Vincent, lighting up another cig.
"I do read, don't get me wrong."
He took a puff and blew it in Vincents face
Vincent coughs and blows the cigarette smoke away
Vincent: H-hey!
"Pft."
Vincent: Do you want something?
He looks up at Viktor, glaring at him
