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“Humph. Something tells me you know more about that than anyone else.” With a mocking arm gesture, he shrugged.

Crossing his arms over the organic red-black spandex, Vanitas smirked under his helm. The question was a stupid one at best. A stupid question, deserves a stupid answer. “I’m out collecting flowers.” Leaning against the wall, Vanitas conjured up a small blue flame in his palm. Slowly, it twisted into a shape —- parallels, bars, a disk at its bottom….a bird cage.

            "The bird escapes the cage and you're going to ask why it goes somewhere? Because it can,stupid. You're here because you can be, right?"

         [Pause]

"Don't bother answering." 

         _{Oh, he was definitely mocking her. Words that made her insides twists, eyebrows furrow at the lack of seriousness of his response—then again, saying the first words that came to her head to him never seemed to be a good idea. So her eyebrows smoothed again and she tried to gaze at him passively but—}

                                             _{The cage that formed in his hand made something in her chest constrict.}

                           _{Was it fear? Apprehension? Irritation? Something else?}

         _{Perhaps it was simply a coincidence but all the same, the bird cage made something resonate inside of her, something she didn’t understand, and she stared at it blankly for a few moments before lifting her gaze to his face. Or his helm, more like, because in that moment she could not see his face, the face that she knew all too well. Was that a blessing?}

                                                      _{”Calling people stupid isn’t very nice.”}

                                    _{—S m o o t h.}