[ He asks, abruptly accusatory in the face of Bruce's smug expression. He points at the shot glass instead of at the bottles the young man is using to mix the drink, but maybe that's only because the shot glass is the more immediate culprit. It's not as if Vanitas thinks Bruce did something magical with it, but only because he's never seen the guy do anything even remotely magical. Even the people that are trying to hide it have tells.
Bruce would be a normal person, if he didn't do everything just slightly to the left. Just a little bit wrong to what Vanitas' limited understanding of the world and the universe dictates.
He only stops pointing when a hand shoves at the back of his knee, and Vanitas buckles on one side while maintaining his upright position with the other. Off in the corner, he hears the old man make a sound of disappointment. Steadfastly, Vanitas continues looking at Bruce, demanding his explanation, even as Vanitas starts to reach for the refilled shot glass. ]
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[ He asks, abruptly accusatory in the face of Bruce's smug expression. He points at the shot glass instead of at the bottles the young man is using to mix the drink, but maybe that's only because the shot glass is the more immediate culprit. It's not as if Vanitas thinks Bruce did something magical with it, but only because he's never seen the guy do anything even remotely magical. Even the people that are trying to hide it have tells.
Bruce would be a normal person, if he didn't do everything just slightly to the left. Just a little bit wrong to what Vanitas' limited understanding of the world and the universe dictates.
He only stops pointing when a hand shoves at the back of his knee, and Vanitas buckles on one side while maintaining his upright position with the other. Off in the corner, he hears the old man make a sound of disappointment. Steadfastly, Vanitas continues looking at Bruce, demanding his explanation, even as Vanitas starts to reach for the refilled shot glass. ]
Why does it taste like that?