"Are you listening?" Ventus snapped, hunching his shoulders and hissing in a way that was to much like Vanitas. "I said I'm busy. Is that not enough for you to fuck off?"
He wants to throw the keyblade. He can see it now. The other boy turning his head makes his temples throb. A spell--a single spell, one he knows he can use and the other boy will never expect. Then his keyblade, sunk into his chest before that darkness could vanish and it could be his--more of it then ever. It would, it would be--
Ventus looks away himself, biting at a knuckle as he glanced at Vanitas over his shoulder with a growl. What on earth was he thinking? He--no he was not going to think about it.
"Nothings wrong with me." He snapped again, feeling more and more aggressive the longer this went on. At least saying it let it go somewhere. "Whats wrong with you, huh? Coming in here and ruining my day? I'm going to get punished for this--if you care? But you probably don't."
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He wants to throw the keyblade. He can see it now. The other boy turning his head makes his temples throb. A spell--a single spell, one he knows he can use and the other boy will never expect. Then his keyblade, sunk into his chest before that darkness could vanish and it could be his--more of it then ever. It would, it would be--
Ventus looks away himself, biting at a knuckle as he glanced at Vanitas over his shoulder with a growl. What on earth was he thinking? He--no he was not going to think about it.
"Nothings wrong with me." He snapped again, feeling more and more aggressive the longer this went on. At least saying it let it go somewhere. "Whats wrong with you, huh? Coming in here and ruining my day? I'm going to get punished for this--if you care? But you probably don't."