[ Something startled flickers across Vanitas' face at the turn of phrase. He has a memory of those three words, a little hazy around the edges. Supplanted into a different room of the museum, weighed down by the way alcohol warps and changes the world. It's almost... funny. Vanitas feels a fizz in his chest that rises up and makes him want to laugh. It happens on the tale end of the exhilaration of success and the unexpectedness of the comment, but the strangest part is that it doesn't feel like he wants to laugh at Riku. Just at what he said. Becuase it was funny.
Vanitas' expression does something complicated, a sort of grimace that's almost a confused smile before he tamps down on the sensation vigorously, embarrassed and confused by it. ]
Don't get used to it.
[ His voice is rough, a mirror of Riku's, but without the added excuse of a recently healed injury. Their eyes meet and Vanitas' widen just a fraction before cutting sharply away. ]
I was just annoyed having to read everything you were trying to say to me.
[ He steps away from Riku, skin buzzing, which is odd; he should feel drained, after giving up his Darkness like that, but now he feels like he needs to go running to get all this excess energy out. ]
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Vanitas' expression does something complicated, a sort of grimace that's almost a confused smile before he tamps down on the sensation vigorously, embarrassed and confused by it. ]
Don't get used to it.
[ His voice is rough, a mirror of Riku's, but without the added excuse of a recently healed injury. Their eyes meet and Vanitas' widen just a fraction before cutting sharply away. ]
I was just annoyed having to read everything you were trying to say to me.
[ He steps away from Riku, skin buzzing, which is odd; he should feel drained, after giving up his Darkness like that, but now he feels like he needs to go running to get all this excess energy out. ]