[Video #2]

[nightraysewerat]

[The man is well dressed, in a dark suit, ruffled white shirt showing beneath the jacket. He looks quite put together, though his long blond hair falls free, around his shoulders. In fact, it falls forward into his face a little as he moves, covering one eye, the remaining one a startling gold

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[Acion]

[snapekillsedgar]

[The door slams open to reveal a completely speechless younger brother staring into the room.

...

...

And he thought LEO was dead when she woke up.]

Re: [Acion]

[nightraysewerat]

Would you like to play too?

[Here Vincent holds out the scissors, smiling.]

[snapekillsedgar]

Wh- What do you think you're doing?!

[He does reach out to snatch away the scissors, but to get them the HELL away from his brother.]

[nightraysewerat]

Decorating, of course?

[He pouts a little at the loss of the scissors, though he doesn't reach for them back.]

[snapekillsedgar]

This... THIS--! [He waves an arm out at the room.] --- is NOT decorating! Do you even realize how dead you are?!

[nightraysewerat]

What difference does it make?

[Vincent cocks his head, as if waiting to hear the answer.]

[snapekillsedgar]

What--- [... He stops as he noticed a particular pile of torn up clothing sitting in the corner. Instantly, he ran over there, picking up the first thing he saw and staring at it in horror. After a few seconds, grits his teeth, and chucks the ruined tatters at his brother.]

I BOUGHT THESE FOR HER!

[nightraysewerat]

[That gives him pause. Because Elliot? Well, he's adorable when he's angry as well. But it hasn't slipped Vincent's memory, the last image of Elliot that he has from before this world... and he actually stands still for a moment, eyes slightly widened.

It's only a moment, but when he opens his mouth, he can't seem to get another snide comment out.]

I didn't think of that.

[snapekillsedgar]

[Throwing only one wasn't satisfying enough, so even before Vincent finished thinking, he'd grabbed another one. He remembered goddamn well the trouble he had to go through to get his sister her clothes when she was so scared of crowds (or, just commoners) she could hardly leave the house.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure you didn't think AT ALL!

[There he goes, throwing the second clump of scrap cloth.

... There. That was slightly better, but he was still pissed.]

[nightraysewerat]

[Vincent stands quite still, staring, even as the scrap of cloth hits him, clings to his clothes for a second, falls.

But none of these things matter, right? None of this is real. But Elliot looking at him that way feels real enough.]

I just wanted to pick on her a little.