I'll settle on a game one day

[akirameru]

Mundane, you are easily more obnoxious than all of the many iterations of Ventus I've been unfortunate enough to meet.

Combined.

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[irritum]

[She's just going to snicker. Because she doesn't have to worry about Ventus anymore.]

[akirameru]

Are you trying to be just as obnoxious, or more?

Hi, Diane. C:

[irritum]

I'm allowed to gloat, aren't I?

hullo!

[akirameru]

If you insist, but that won't make you less obnoxious.

[irritum]

Like you can talk.

[Hey, she's pretty much God, so she'll be just smirking.]

[vacationisalie]

Look who's talking. [Ever considered the fact that you're part of that iteration, Vanitas?]

[akirameru]

I wasn't an unintended side effect like the rest of you lookalikes.

[vacationisalie]

Maybe not, but you're definitely unwanted.

[akirameru]

I see that as an advantage, not an insult.

[darksoulwithlight]

[And suddenly...

Marshmallow hell.

Boobs to the back of the head and a hug, hope you're happy kiddo.]


Oh there you are Spikey. I was wondering where you'd slunk off to.

[akirameru]

[WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING.]

[hugging Vanitas is probably similar to hugging a teapot, without the angry squealing-- or an overinflated balloon. the only thing keeping him from bursting and lashing out furiously right this second is the fact that he knows it won't get her to let him go.]

[enjoy it while you can, Trish.]

[darksoulwithlight]

[It keeps happening because you are her puppy, deal with it little man.]

[Have a hair ruffle for good measure as she lets go.]

Good boy, I was sure you were going to at least try to bite me.

[akirameru]

[there is no other angry glare that quite hits that tone of "drop. dead" like the glare Vanitas is sporting freely at this moment.]

[also his hair is a bit kerfluffled.]

Are you done?

[darksoulwithlight]

[That is a very very cute drop dead glare right there.]

Nope.

[Uses both hands to gather up Vanitas' hair and try to sweep it up into some semblance of a mohawk.]

Now I'm done.

[akirameru]

[VERY ANGRILY SMACKING TRISH'S HANDS AWAY. and he just as furiously runs his own hands through his hair in attempt to straighten it out-- as much as a mop of hair like his can be sorted, anyway.]

[it's not that he cares so much about his appearance, it's the principle of the whole thing. that's strike two, Trish, one more and Vanitas will be angry enough to conjure something Iron Imprisoner sized.]

[heck, he might be angry enough to do that right now, if she stands around in his presence long enough.]

[darksoulwithlight]

...did you grow? I think you might have grown.

You've been eating your veggies, Spikey?

[akirameru]

Stop calling me that.

[darksoulwithlight]

Mmm, I think I'll pass.

[akirameru]

So will I.

[as he turns on his heels and promptly starts to exit this conversation. WHEN YOU WALK AWAY, YOU DON'T HEAR ME SAY...]

[darksoulwithlight]

[PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE OH BABY DON'T GO.]

[Please like she would even say that. She does, however, very casually say:

So I was thinking about calling for pizza. You in?

[akirameru]

[... damnit, Trish. aside from Sleep spells and Seeker Mine that is one of his (very few, mind you!!!) weaknesses. Vanitas stops in his tracks.]

That depends.

[darksoulwithlight]

With extra mozzarella. Red peppers. Bacon.

[And she's noticed that he's stopped.]

We could even make it a calzone.

[akirameru]

Only if you're paying.