[Vanitas nods. It's good that there are a good number of worlds similar at least geographically to his own.] Yes, Paris.
[He tries to work quickly and efficiently, definitely not letting his eyes linger on any definition or muscle tone Keita may or may not have. At first glance his skin seems even, but Vanitas notices there are scars dotting his skin, most of them healed up long ago. It makes him feel a lot less self-conscious about his own body.]
Me? I don't care about it anymore. It doesn't bother me. [It was one of the first things he'd been forced to get over with the shared shower in the basement. So this isn't so bad. He enthusiastically shakes the damn thing off of his shoulder once enough of the buckles are undone.]
I was worried for your comfort. [It's not, not a lie. Since he's already shirtless, Vanitas makes quick work of the remaining buttons of the older man's shirt, even pushing the fabric down Keita's shoulders to help him escape it completely.]
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[He tries to work quickly and efficiently, definitely not letting his eyes linger on any definition or muscle tone Keita may or may not have. At first glance his skin seems even, but Vanitas notices there are scars dotting his skin, most of them healed up long ago. It makes him feel a lot less self-conscious about his own body.]
Me? I don't care about it anymore. It doesn't bother me. [It was one of the first things he'd been forced to get over with the shared shower in the basement. So this isn't so bad. He enthusiastically shakes the damn thing off of his shoulder once enough of the buckles are undone.]
I was worried for your comfort. [It's not, not a lie. Since he's already shirtless, Vanitas makes quick work of the remaining buttons of the older man's shirt, even pushing the fabric down Keita's shoulders to help him escape it completely.]