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[encoeured]

[there's a encoeured in plain black clothing, emblem and Wayfinder hanging on a cord around his neck, sitting in a room with a fountain. With a notebook on his lap and pencil in hand, he seems to be drawing something. Since he doesn't glance up, it can't be the surrounding area. He doesn't look any older than sixteen, but he's got a little more muscle tone

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[erasemefriend]

[ooc: If you want to continue the thread with Vanitas, I certainly wouldn't mind!]

[Hmm... now there's a room he hasn't seen before. A fountain? That's neat!

However, what really catches this Ven's attention is his double and what he's doing. Drawing...? That's a first, and it's not very often he sees other Vens around his age.

So, like a total derp, he'll wander over and see what's up.]

[encoeured]

[ooc: lemme go dig it up and I'll get to it! o/]

[he's pretty absorbed in what he's doing; there are doodles all over the page, stars and various geometrical shapes, intertwining lines. There are a many sketched bust portraits mixed in as well, not quite realistic but recognizable enough. Most should look familiar; they're bladecharged terrablepuns antikleis keyprotector vermilionsea noctivagous inversionkey exoed, though maybe not those exact ones. A senketsu waywardblade whenyouseeit malkuthdoctor.]

[he frowns a little, scratching the back of his head--he feels so many emotions from the various inhabitants of this place that it's hard to tell if anyone's nearby or not. He hasn't noticed his company yet. He puts his pencil back down to the paper--and winces, pressing too hard, making the tip snap. His other hand goes to his chest, his face going white.]

Ngh...great...I've gotta--...

[his head comes up, and he spots his double, eyes widening a little.]

Uhh--sorry. I didn't see you there. [he doesn't move from his slightly hunched position, fingers grasping at his shirt around the charms over his heart, but he manages to muster a smile.]

[erasemefriend]

[...Whoops. Did he distract his double? Ven rubs the back of his neck, watching his duplicate carefully.]

No, it's okay. I didn't mean to interrupt you.

[Stil, the doodles are interesting; while he recognizes a few of the people, there are others who are completely foreign to him...]

[encoeured]

It's fine, it wasn't--...you. Promise. [the smile becomes strained and vanishes. This Ven seems familiar, but he can't place him at the moment. The pain in his chest is distracting.]

[it subsides after a few more moments to a dull ache, and he breathes a sigh of relief. He picks up his broken pencil with a resigned look.]

Guess I should've brought extras. Or a pencil sharpener.