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You're the one who wants to handle me on your own.

[Which some how translates to he gets to ~~whine~~bother Ventus whenever he wants.]

Are you in the house?

[hhhhhhhhh he would be dragging his hands down his face if he wasn't busy holding his phone.]

WHats it to you if I am?

[He can drag the phone down his face.]

The rabbit keeps following me. Come and get it if you want it to live.

[How about he throws it at Vanitas's face instead..........]

Fine. What room are you in??

[He will use it to pretend to be Ventus and tell everyone that he wets the bed.]

Kitchen.

[And so begins Vanitas's rapid descent into a playground bully...........]

Dont do ANYTHING until I get there

[u can bet he's already storming over to the kitchen.]

What about breathing?

[He was tempted to do a lot of things just to be a brat, but he was comfortable sitting on the kitchen counter. He was cutting up an apple to munch on, while sparing a look down at the rabbit. It really was following him for the last half hour to demand pets. What was even the point of keeping pets? Shouldn't it pick up that he wasn't nice? Was it that dumb?]

[YOU KNOW WHAT he ain't even going to dignify that with a response.

Instead, he'll be showing up at the kitchen within the minute, half expecting the place to be a mess and half expecting to find a dead rabbit or something equally as terrible. When he finds neither, he proceeds to scoop the poor unfortunate little thing up and just stare at Vanitas. Because it is somehow more unnerving to see him eating an apple like a normal human being than watching him be obviously evil.]

You're not supposed to sit on the counter.

[Now it's going to smell like his butt.]

[He needs actual food here, Ventus. It sucks :<]

Are you the kitchen police now?

[He's not planning on getting off until after he's done. His attention was on the rabbit in his arms.]

What is the point of owning that?

Yeah. [He's not.] And I'm tellin' you, you're not supposed to sit there.

[Let's be real, though. How does someone not know the point of owning a pet??? No attempts will be made to cover up how weird he thinks the question is.]

You mean the rabbit?

Write me a ticket, officer.

[Still not moving.]

Yeah, that. All it does it eats, follows people around, and leaves it droppings all over.

[Watch out for round black balls, Ventus. Bunnies are poop factories.]

[There are worse things in this house than a couple of bunny droppings, son.]

It's a pet. Not that you'd know anything about keeping one.

[Like your face?]

Thank you, Captain Obvious. Why do you think I'm asking?

[It's a waste of space and does nothing for the owner as far as he could understand.]

I didn't have time to waste on anything useless.

[Taking his time to look over Ventus carefully to make sure there wasn't anything changed. Satisfied that nothing was amiss with his other, he'll give him a dismissive wave.] You can go.

[Tossing the knife he was using into the sink as he snagged half of the apple pieces to take with him as he slid off the counter.]

[gggggggooooodddddddddddddddddddddd excuse u. his face is also your face.]

Right. 'Cause complaining about stuff isn't useless.

[Shifting a little. Also adjusting his grip on the poor rabbit before it starts trying to claw away.]

I'm not leaving just because you told me to.

[BETTER RID THAT COUNTER OF THAT BOOTY SMELL, YO...]

[He wears it better.]

Pointing out how dumb it is isn't complaining.

[Popping an apple slice in his mouth as he heads towards the exit.]

Fine. You can clean up the mess.

[The mess consisted of
1x Apple Core
4x Apple Slices]

[WOW NO he's going to try intercepting him before he can leave.]

No way. You can clean up your own mess. [HE IS TECHNICALLY THE BIG BROTHER.

BE OBEDIENT FOR ONCE.]

[Rude. He didn't say Ventus could be in his way.]

Move.

[He was Ventus' responsibility so clearly Ven needs to clean up after him.]

You have a fruit eating waste in your arms. Make use of it.

[Reaching up as if to physically remove Ventus out of his path, but he doesn't actually touch him.]

Don't call it that. [It hurts its bunny feelings, yo.] I'm not movin' until you've cleaned that up. So go do it.

[Trying to look stern. Totally failing. You cannot look stern with a fluffy mass scooped up in your arms.]

I'll call it what I want. [It's not like the bunny even notices or care.] Or what?

[Doesn't help that Ventus' stern faces weren't...very stern in the first place. Watching him a bit longer before snorting and nudging at his shoulder with the back of his hand.] You really need to work on that.

[Man, he can nudge him all her wants but he ain't budging. All it really does is make him look even more ridiculous. Like there's a goldfish massacre happening right now.]

Or I'm not lettin' you leave. That's what. [Ignoring most of what Vanitas says... as he's learned to do by now.]

I'm patient.

[When he felt like it.

Deciding to take advantage of Ventus' hands being full, he'll hook a thumb in his collar to try to tug on it. Once there was enough space he'll try to plop a half eaten apple slice down Ven's shirt.]

Wha—? H-Hey! [HE ISN'T SURE WHAT JERK MOVE HE EXPECTED OUT OF VANITAS, but this probably wasn't is.

Thanks to the wonderful world of knee-jerk reactions, he ends up leaning back at the same time his shirt is being tugged forward. Awesome combination. Very good. Very nice. Have fun plopping that apple in there, unwanted heart bro!]

[Since Ventus is so accommodating, he'll give him a second apple slice down his shirt for free.]

Problem? [Letting go as he stepped back.] Careful, Ventus. You might drop it. [Referring to the dumb thing in his arms.]

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