Maybe that's what keeps Vanitas orbiting him like some dark star, never quiet drawing near, but never drifting far enough away to lose his trajectory. He isn't without feeling, like a Nobody without a Heart. Neither is he just dark or light. There's nothing even that remarkable about him— not like Mary, or that angel, or even Riku.
He doesn't rise to Vantas' needling, but neither does he walk away. He turns his back on Vanitas, instead, and he doesn't have the moment to let the irritation rise at being disregarded so blatantly before Bruce is speaking to him again. Vanitas lowers the bottle just a little and frowns. He hardly notices the way some of his momentum fizzles in the wake of this unexpected development. ]
That wasn't an invitation.
[ But he doesn't seem to have much of a choice. From his left, nothing gives him a good push, and Vanitas lets himself stagger into it, instead of trying to fight it. When he rights himself, it's to come eye-to-eye with 'Cacao'. He considers pretending he didn't see it. He considers forcing the matter. Maybe smashing the bottle in his hand over Bruce's spine, just to hear to shatter.
But curiousity wins out. He pulls the 'cacao' down and puts it next to Bruce's elbow, still holding the first bottle in his fist at his side. ]
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Maybe that's what keeps Vanitas orbiting him like some dark star, never quiet drawing near, but never drifting far enough away to lose his trajectory. He isn't without feeling, like a Nobody without a Heart. Neither is he just dark or light. There's nothing even that remarkable about him— not like Mary, or that angel, or even Riku.
He doesn't rise to Vantas' needling, but neither does he walk away. He turns his back on Vanitas, instead, and he doesn't have the moment to let the irritation rise at being disregarded so blatantly before Bruce is speaking to him again. Vanitas lowers the bottle just a little and frowns. He hardly notices the way some of his momentum fizzles in the wake of this unexpected development. ]
That wasn't an invitation.
[ But he doesn't seem to have much of a choice. From his left, nothing gives him a good push, and Vanitas lets himself stagger into it, instead of trying to fight it. When he rights himself, it's to come eye-to-eye with 'Cacao'. He considers pretending he didn't see it. He considers forcing the matter. Maybe smashing the bottle in his hand over Bruce's spine, just to hear to shatter.
But curiousity wins out. He pulls the 'cacao' down and puts it next to Bruce's elbow, still holding the first bottle in his fist at his side. ]