[Ghhhhhhhh... his worst fears are realized. This thing really is green--just his luck.
Vanitas continues to lick the cuts on his forearms, watching the other through slitted pupils and narrowed eyes. What to do with him? The runt's still practically helpless, and he's already gotten attached to the blackscale, judging by his behavior.]
Figures.
[Huffing through his nostrils, he straightens himself, standing back on all fours before he shakes himself off. His wounds are still bleeding slightly but they're starting to close--no thanks to Ven and his sharp little teeth.]
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Vanitas continues to lick the cuts on his forearms, watching the other through slitted pupils and narrowed eyes. What to do with him? The runt's still practically helpless, and he's already gotten attached to the blackscale, judging by his behavior.]
Figures.
[Huffing through his nostrils, he straightens himself, standing back on all fours before he shakes himself off. His wounds are still bleeding slightly but they're starting to close--no thanks to Ven and his sharp little teeth.]
Forget about finding food. You're on your own.