[ He scoffs it like the very idea was utterly absurd, and it's more a reflection of this derisiveness than actual interest in what he's about to put in his mouth that has Vanitas finally pop the piece of chocolate.
He freezes, because like the water, the sensation is startling for how huge it is. It's nothing like the water or the crackers, and he stares across at Gene as if he's shocked to be poisoned. Where Vanitas doesn't chew, it just melts across his tongue, spreading a silky sweetness until he finally bites through the little block. The flavor intensifies, and the resulting tingle that shoots up into the base of his skull makes a shiver shoot down his spine. Vanitas raises his hand to his mouth, like a reflex, like he isn't sure if he should spit what's left of the chocolate out— but it just kind of hovers there.
It's probably the first honest, bewildered emotion he's showed since his arrival. ]
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Peace.
[ He scoffs it like the very idea was utterly absurd, and it's more a reflection of this derisiveness than actual interest in what he's about to put in his mouth that has Vanitas finally pop the piece of chocolate.
He freezes, because like the water, the sensation is startling for how huge it is. It's nothing like the water or the crackers, and he stares across at Gene as if he's shocked to be poisoned. Where Vanitas doesn't chew, it just melts across his tongue, spreading a silky sweetness until he finally bites through the little block. The flavor intensifies, and the resulting tingle that shoots up into the base of his skull makes a shiver shoot down his spine. Vanitas raises his hand to his mouth, like a reflex, like he isn't sure if he should spit what's left of the chocolate out— but it just kind of hovers there.
It's probably the first honest, bewildered emotion he's showed since his arrival. ]