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[one might consider a creature that is more or less a shadow of another-- and enough of just a shadow to pick up on the emotions of whoever's light they're standing behind-- an unfortunate soul. unfortunate or not, for the majority of his existence, Vanitas has been trying with everything in his being to keep every single schmoopy wisp of affection for Ventus' friends that he picks up on locked far away where nobody could see it. every pang of love, every urge to reach out to others if they need help... held in. like it's not even there.]
[and then Vanitas bumped into cherry blossoms.]
[this text blares out on the network sometime early afternoon, unfiltered. Vanitas is too busy stalking down a street in Sector 4 to really care about singling out certain people. besides, he's made a point not to rely on his usual methods of keeping up with whatever certain persons of interest are doing-- for all he knows, there are more "friends" out there than he can keep track of.]
How many of you know or are friends with a boy named Ventus?
I've got a bone to pick with you.
[and then Vanitas bumped into cherry blossoms.]
[this text blares out on the network sometime early afternoon, unfiltered. Vanitas is too busy stalking down a street in Sector 4 to really care about singling out certain people. besides, he's made a point not to rely on his usual methods of keeping up with whatever certain persons of interest are doing-- for all he knows, there are more "friends" out there than he can keep track of.]
How many of you know or are friends with a boy named Ventus?
I've got a bone to pick with you.