[ Vanitas doesn't move until this man sits down himself, bringing them closer to eye-level than they would be if Vanitas had drawn close while the doctor was standing. He draws near enough to touch, but Vanitas doesn't sit down.
Eating and drinking. Vanitas's expression flickers, his brow drawing close together in obvious confusion. Just by the sheer nature of what he is, eating or drinking had never been a necessity. He subsisted off of the cycle of pain his Unversed brought back into him, off darkness itself. ]
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Eating and drinking. Vanitas's expression flickers, his brow drawing close together in obvious confusion. Just by the sheer nature of what he is, eating or drinking had never been a necessity. He subsisted off of the cycle of pain his Unversed brought back into him, off darkness itself. ]
Why would I do that?