[Having most certainly not expected anything from Ereshkigal for the holidays, Vanitas looks at his wrapped present with no small amount of trepidation, wondering what the laws are on munitions. It could very well be something explosive...
Thankfully it proves to be no such thing, and is instead a book. While he likes books, he's a liiiiittle unsure about this one. It seems so hoity-toity and pompous. Fitting in a way, he supposes. All the same... He takes the accursed thing with him to the nearest chair and begins reading. Never let it be said he isn't one to make an effort.
The only trouble is that by about the twentieth page, his eyes are starting to droop. By the fortieth, he's out cold, slumped on teh table and snoring away. Maybe next time...]
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Thankfully it proves to be no such thing, and is instead a book. While he likes books, he's a liiiiittle unsure about this one. It seems so hoity-toity and pompous. Fitting in a way, he supposes. All the same... He takes the accursed thing with him to the nearest chair and begins reading. Never let it be said he isn't one to make an effort.
The only trouble is that by about the twentieth page, his eyes are starting to droop. By the fortieth, he's out cold, slumped on teh table and snoring away. Maybe next time...]