[ It doesn't exactly stroke his ego to be spoken to that way, but Vanitas can't deny the satisfaction he gets from the vindication of being right. He is unique. Nothing is like him, simple because of the way he was created; and it furthers his own perception of his place in the world. Whether that's good or not...
He stands up and gives the other boy a queer look, like he's said something particularly dense. ]
Why would I get them to do that? What a waste of time.
[ Instead, he puts his hand to the side and summons Void Gear in a flash of darkness. For a second, it looks like maybe he'll just smash the crate completely, but instead he wedges the end of it into the lip of the crate and pries the top off with a loud crack of wood splintering. The main part keeps it's shape, but the lid is a lost cause. ]
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He stands up and gives the other boy a queer look, like he's said something particularly dense. ]
Why would I get them to do that? What a waste of time.
[ Instead, he puts his hand to the side and summons Void Gear in a flash of darkness. For a second, it looks like maybe he'll just smash the crate completely, but instead he wedges the end of it into the lip of the crate and pries the top off with a loud crack of wood splintering. The main part keeps it's shape, but the lid is a lost cause. ]