[So far he hasn't come by anyone who knew vampires to be anything other than a scary story or subject of niche fantasy romance novels. Vanitas has come to expect those sorts of reactions regarding that aspect of his world, but at least Paris seems reasonably similar to the one he knows. Perhaps just forward or backward in the timeline of human existence there.]
Thank you. [He hadn't quite thought the request through. Having some else's fingers brushing against his own, sliding his gloves down his wrist past his palm and further down. There's a warmth that spreads up his neck, threatening to tint his cheeks. It's the thing that manages to shut him up and has him forgetting about the conversation until Keita speaks again.]
What was it like? [Vanitas tries not to let things get so bad because of all the horror stories, but some of the situations this place puts him in make him really want to just hide away in his room without any contact if he can help it.] Someone told me if you don't participate you may turn to stone.
[Once his gloves are off, he draws his hands away, covering his right forearm one with his left hand just over the spreading blue markings over his skin.]
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Thank you. [He hadn't quite thought the request through. Having some else's fingers brushing against his own, sliding his gloves down his wrist past his palm and further down. There's a warmth that spreads up his neck, threatening to tint his cheeks. It's the thing that manages to shut him up and has him forgetting about the conversation until Keita speaks again.]
What was it like? [Vanitas tries not to let things get so bad because of all the horror stories, but some of the situations this place puts him in make him really want to just hide away in his room without any contact if he can help it.] Someone told me if you don't participate you may turn to stone.
[Once his gloves are off, he draws his hands away, covering his right forearm one with his left hand just over the spreading blue markings over his skin.]