[ Vanitas smirks. It's pinched, more so than it normally is, but to a stranger it might be difficult to tell— he's always so pale, and the shadows under his eyes might even be par for the course for people in this town. How could this newcomer know? He's been here for literal minutes. Vanitas' eyes go heavy, two golden slits as he watches the other man. ]
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You've never been dead before, have you?