Brian is not a Vim fan.
It occurred to me that I didn’t actually post the bit of writing this is kind of referring to, so here it is:-
RedEye poked around some of the containers and small cupboards belonging to the previous owner, greedily hoping for some good leftovers. Brian settled on the bedroll nearby to watch.
“I found Vim,” RedEye announced as he turned to Brian with a bottle in his hand. “Whatever that is.”
“Vim? Pass it here.”
“No way. I found it. I get first dibs.” RedEye twisted the cap off the ancient bottle to a weak hiss as what was left of the carbonation escaped. He lifted it to his lips and chugged.
“Hey! Don’t drink it all!” Brian leapt to his feet and swiftly swiped the bottle from RedEye, immediately taking a huge mouthful, which he spat out almost as quickly. “Ugh! What the fuck is this? It’s gone bad!”
“I like it.” RedEye claimed the bottle back from Brian and took another mouthful.
“No, that’s disgusting.”
RedEye laughed, “I guess I finally found something you won’t put in your mouth!”
“If you think I’m going to kiss you when you taste of that, you have another thing coming.”
Indignantly RedEye continued to drink from the bottle of Vim before setting it carefully aside. He pulled Brian crushingly close and pushed their lips together to a muffled protest. Brian’s hands swatted at him and he wriggled furiously like a trapped animal, repulsed by the herbal taste that lingered on RedEye’s lips and tongue. Brian, deciding this wouldn’t do, swiftly nipped RedEye’s bottom lip between his teeth, causing him to recoil, mostly in surprise.
“Don’t kiss me with Vim lips!” Brian warned.
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