[ Vanitas wants to be irritated that Bruce is right. He has been on the nose with everything else— and as reluctant as Vanitas has been to engage in a way that isn't entirely antagonistic, he knows it's wrong to say he hasn't got something out of it. He knows how to use the stove, he knows how to make pancakes and that they're good to eat. Being frustrated, though, is hard to reach for when he's feeling full on all the darkness and loose from the liquor.
It's hard to imagine whatever else Bruce might have hidden up his sleeve that Vanitas will like. But he's right about that, too. He did like the drink, and he was sure he wouldn't— not after what Riku did to him, and M.K. tried to do. Vanitas turns the shot glass between his fingers, swaying dramatically when a hand takes him by the arm and starts to push him back and forth, like it's testing his resistance. He gives it none, and it makes his head bobble on his neck as he weighs his options.
The darkness isn't going anywhere. All this anxiety won't just disappear overnight, even if the hands disappear as abruptly as they appeared. And anyway— he kind of likes the way this drink is making him feel. Fuzzy around the edges.
The hands stop shoving him and he reaches over, picking up both bottles, signalling his intent to take them along. ]
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It's hard to imagine whatever else Bruce might have hidden up his sleeve that Vanitas will like. But he's right about that, too. He did like the drink, and he was sure he wouldn't— not after what Riku did to him, and M.K. tried to do. Vanitas turns the shot glass between his fingers, swaying dramatically when a hand takes him by the arm and starts to push him back and forth, like it's testing his resistance. He gives it none, and it makes his head bobble on his neck as he weighs his options.
The darkness isn't going anywhere. All this anxiety won't just disappear overnight, even if the hands disappear as abruptly as they appeared. And anyway— he kind of likes the way this drink is making him feel. Fuzzy around the edges.
The hands stop shoving him and he reaches over, picking up both bottles, signalling his intent to take them along. ]
Fine. Let's go.