[ Oh my gosh not his fault okay )8 as soon as he comes to a rolling stop Ven spends another few seconds in his tight little ball quivering until he finds the nerve to pull his head up and hastily scans the skies and their immediate surroundings.
No catapults, no humans. Just him, Vanitas, and a whole bunch of broken trees.
Hopefully Vanitas wasn't hoping to have space all to himself to deal with those wounds because as soon as Ven's ears catch the sound of one of the snapped branches falling to the underbrush below he's scuttling over to Vanitas as quickly as possible with an anxious series of grunts let him under one of those paws okay )8 he needs to wiggle between you and the ground. ]
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No catapults, no humans. Just him, Vanitas, and a whole bunch of broken trees.
Hopefully Vanitas wasn't hoping to have space all to himself to deal with those wounds because as soon as Ven's ears catch the sound of one of the snapped branches falling to the underbrush below he's scuttling over to Vanitas as quickly as possible with an anxious series of grunts let him under one of those paws okay )8 he needs to wiggle between you and the ground. ]