"I..why are you sorry..?"
(injured babey)
(Oh noes sad boi-)
Vincent: f-for bothering you...
"You didn't.."
(i go make desc for him.)
Vincent: B-but...
"Really..you didn't."
Vincent: ...O-ok...
"..."
Vincent: Did you...find all your stuff...?
"Yeah."
(i finished boi)
(Brendan Urie has been screaming in my ears for the past hour and now I'm deaf)
Vincent: ...and how many death sticks do you have?
