[ If they're unpalatable, Vanitas doesn't have the faintest idea of what would make them that way. They break on his teeth and the crunch is a far cry different from the crack of his jaw rattling together, or the grainy texture of sand on his tongue and caught in his cheeks. He doesn't actually say anything for a while, tracking Gene with his eyes, watching him clean up the mess without looking either apologetic or as though he's going to help.
But he isn't an idiot, so he does take it slow with the water the second time around, and only chances it once he's gone through three crackers and starting to feel— well, he doesn't know. Different. When his mouth is clear again, he says haughtily: ]
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But he isn't an idiot, so he does take it slow with the water the second time around, and only chances it once he's gone through three crackers and starting to feel— well, he doesn't know. Different. When his mouth is clear again, he says haughtily: ]
Well I have, and it wasn't anything like this.