See he knows big words too, Ventus. It's not entirely accurate, since it's largely down to how much the system cares enough to act or neglect, but it does happen. There's always more misfortune to fill the gap. The usage of 'you' annoys him a little, as it always does. You're here despite your dreamland, is his opinion.
Vanitas does stumble with the combination of the sudden slack and word mastication, but sadly doesn't fall over. Gotta have a good center of balance in crowds by habit. He's not going to admit the idea is turning up blank, with only the connection to jail to go off of, so:
"Like you really need one of those." Clearly jail seems to work without it. As much as any other part of the City at least.
He rolls up the blanket in his arms, then ties it around his waist under his clothes, glancing around at the surroundings before surreptitiously slipping the protomush cakes into the roll before dropping his shirt. Much safer than pockets and in it's own way a measure, doing it in front of Ventus.
He grins. That's more like it. More normal, and equally as importantly more galvanised. He lifts one of the boots, knowing that envy well.
"What, they don't have these on the Surface? They don't come from the earth?"
Now he's just being mean, in his own good mood. He's ready to start walking, so he's just getting a little needling in.
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Date: 2022-11-17 08:04 pm (UTC)See he knows big words too, Ventus. It's not entirely accurate, since it's largely down to how much the system cares enough to act or neglect, but it does happen. There's always more misfortune to fill the gap. The usage of 'you' annoys him a little, as it always does. You're here despite your dreamland, is his opinion.
Vanitas does stumble with the combination of the sudden slack and word mastication, but sadly doesn't fall over. Gotta have a good center of balance in crowds by habit. He's not going to admit the idea is turning up blank, with only the connection to jail to go off of, so:
"Like you really need one of those." Clearly jail seems to work without it. As much as any other part of the City at least.
He rolls up the blanket in his arms, then ties it around his waist under his clothes, glancing around at the surroundings before surreptitiously slipping the protomush cakes into the roll before dropping his shirt. Much safer than pockets and in it's own way a measure, doing it in front of Ventus.
He grins. That's more like it. More normal, and equally as importantly more galvanised. He lifts one of the boots, knowing that envy well.
"What, they don't have these on the Surface? They don't come from the earth?"
Now he's just being mean, in his own good mood. He's ready to start walking, so he's just getting a little needling in.