[ Vanitas stares first at what he does, the layering of the alcohol, and admittedly is a little fascinated by the split in colour. Whatever he does, the dark base and the lighter float on top create a perfect line. Vanitas has never gone out of his way to study what's in any of these bottles. His attention only comes up when the glass comes up off the counter.
Bruce looks him in the eye when he drinks it, like that's supposed to prove something. Like Vanitas hadn't watched every other person in this bar do this exact same thing. Like Riku hadn't given him a glass he'd been drinking out of, like M.K. hadn't also done the same.
He narrows his eyes, staring hard at his expression, looking for that tell-tale wince that always follows this gesture. Either Bruce is very good at hiding it, or it's not actually there, because no crease follows after he swallows the whole thing down in one go. ]
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Bruce looks him in the eye when he drinks it, like that's supposed to prove something. Like Vanitas hadn't watched every other person in this bar do this exact same thing. Like Riku hadn't given him a glass he'd been drinking out of, like M.K. hadn't also done the same.
He narrows his eyes, staring hard at his expression, looking for that tell-tale wince that always follows this gesture. Either Bruce is very good at hiding it, or it's not actually there, because no crease follows after he swallows the whole thing down in one go. ]
That doesn't make any sense.