Mama's bad enough. Don't involve me in your terrible ideas. There's no we, if Ventus gets on stage Vanitas will be rolling right out and all the way to the door.
He does preen a little, though. That's right, he's the best at getting into places he shouldn't. And also should, but that's expected.
What would you do without me? Be a pathetic puddle on your front doorstep, looks like. He does do all those things, though sometimes he'll be bit of a dick about it first, as in the case of the car where he laughed for like two minutes about it. ...If he has a keycard, it's not on his person. It's annoying they can't be sure about that fact.
Useful if true. Ventus has a brain in there after all, despite Vanitas's needlings at him. That means whoever it was is local to Tokyo... fits with the short time to get all this set up, too. This clearly wasn't randomly chosen as a dumping ground, or was a case of panicking. It was definitely planned out; it sends too much of a message not to. Ha, maybe he just forgot he'd already made plans with you.
The phone could prove things one way or the other.
Apart from it being used as decoration? ...the wound, I guess. The dismissed image of the key is replaced with a close up on the aforementioned. The size and shape of a stab wound, but it's too There's a pause as Vanitas thinks, processes. Clean. There's no sign of anything being moved with any direction of entry, and bones would crack and chip, not be cut like this. It's like the murder weapon went right through a block of wax. Rather than flesh and bone and blood. No sign of cauterisation or freezing, and something like a water cutter would bruise the surrounding flesh. There's a note of displeasure in Vanitas's digital voice, at this weird bullshit in particular. He considers himself an expert on injury, so this is kind of an insult.
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He does preen a little, though. That's right, he's the best at getting into places he shouldn't. And also should, but that's expected.
What would you do without me? Be a pathetic puddle on your front doorstep, looks like. He does do all those things, though sometimes he'll be bit of a dick about it first, as in the case of the car where he laughed for like two minutes about it. ...If he has a keycard, it's not on his person. It's annoying they can't be sure about that fact.
Useful if true. Ventus has a brain in there after all, despite Vanitas's needlings at him. That means whoever it was is local to Tokyo... fits with the short time to get all this set up, too. This clearly wasn't randomly chosen as a dumping ground, or was a case of panicking. It was definitely planned out; it sends too much of a message not to. Ha, maybe he just forgot he'd already made plans with you.
The phone could prove things one way or the other.
Apart from it being used as decoration? ...the wound, I guess. The dismissed image of the key is replaced with a close up on the aforementioned. The size and shape of a stab wound, but it's too There's a pause as Vanitas thinks, processes. Clean. There's no sign of anything being moved with any direction of entry, and bones would crack and chip, not be cut like this. It's like the murder weapon went right through a block of wax. Rather than flesh and bone and blood. No sign of cauterisation or freezing, and something like a water cutter would bruise the surrounding flesh. There's a note of displeasure in Vanitas's digital voice, at this weird bullshit in particular. He considers himself an expert on injury, so this is kind of an insult.