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[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ In the kitchen, you will see a boy whose name means "vanity".

He's got a coffee cup in hand, no cream of sorts, perhaps it's bland. Black coffee, matching the depths of his heart... Far from a mere work of art--

But in all seriousness, Vanitas has made himself comfortable in the kitchen today, leaning against the counter with a suspicious mug of black coffee. Oddly, his helmet is still on, but he doesn't seem to care.

Naw. It's got a straw in it, anyway. ]

[ooc: SPOILERS.]

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[venitas.livejournal.com]

[Hi there Van. There be a Ven walking into the kitchen to look for a drink.

He hesitates upon seeing Vanitas though.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ ...Oh?

Heh, heh. ]

Ventus.

[venitas.livejournal.com]

[Ventus with gold eyes. But, spoilerface icon.

Narrows his eyes at you, before continuing on to the fridge.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ Mun will add a spoiler warning or something.

He shakes his head. ]

Something's different about you. I wonder...

[venitas.livejournal.com]

[Awesome. Thanks. ^^

He's just going to ignore you and grab a soda out of the fridge.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ That's amusing. He'd expect more of a reaction from a Ventus. ]

Your heart used to be so pure, Ventus. It's kind of funny to see you this way.

[venitas.livejournal.com]

[He's used to creepers by now. He's got one in his head. :|]

Kinda funny to see you at all. Hasn't anyone decided to get rid of you yet?

[He can do the mocking thing too.]

[reflected]

[Looks like this Replica picked the wrong kitchen to wander into. He hasn't noticed you yet, Vanitas--he headed straight for the fridge.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Going somewhere?

[ Interesting. The darkness is strong with this one. ]

[reflected]

[Wait what who said that-- oh. Armored guy. ... you trying to take his look?] Getting something to eat, unless that's a crime around here.

[Have a problem with that, mysterious masked guy that sounds a little familiar?]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Heh. No one's stopping you.

[ He gives a dismissive hand gesture. ]

[doublecrunch.livejournal.com]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ Have you been a good boy, Ventus? Have you been getting stronger?

Vanitas shifts, and then he approaches Ven. Time to, once again, act harmless in order to trick the derp.

His poor pride... ]

Hello, Ventus.

[doublecrunch.livejournal.com]

Morning.

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Looking for something to eat?

[ He places the cup down on the counter, continuing to watch. ]

[doublecrunch.livejournal.com]

Yeah.



Did you make coffee?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

That's right.

[ He even gestures towards a coffee pot. Go ahead, Ventus. It's not poisoned~ ]

[doublecrunch.livejournal.com]

[Gee, thanks! He`d love some coffee with his cream. And a few sugar cubes, too. Yeah, that`s good...]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[where there's a kitchen, there's taffy, and where there's taffy, there's a 5-year-old 'bug inspecting the cabinets in search of- he spares Vanitas a curious glance, then busily squashes himself into the cabinet to begin his candy search.]

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

[ Well, well. If it isn't the brat that Ventus...

Heh. He puts the coffee down and approaches 'bug from behind. ]

And what do we have here?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[... he looks down to his bag'o'taffy, then up at Vanitas, then down at his taffy again... he holds the bag up to him.]

It's taffy! You want one, Mister helmet guy?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Taffy, huh?

[ He holds out his hand for a moment and then pulls it back. ]

Didn't you know? That stuff rots your teeth. Eat too much, and you'll have nothing left.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Pffft, that's what toothpaste is for! You sure you don't want some?

[darkenedgale.livejournal.com]

Toothpaste. So you brush every day? Trying to be a good little boy?

[ He lowers his hand, propping it against his hip. ]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Well.. Yeah! You don't brush your teeth every day?

... Can you smell your own breath in that helmet? Is it gross?