[That's one thing Vanitas hadn't been counting on: a cat. He remains motionless behind the door as Murr parades in first, heralding his owner's arrival right after. Just as the cat spots him, Vanitas springs forward, arm going around the taller man's neck to hook him in the crook of his elbow. Using his weight, he pulls Noé down backwards a bit, digging a knee into his back to help off balance him as he puts the squeeze on his captive. His voice is low and, he hopes, threatening as he whispers in one ear. Meanwhile, Murr has decided to hiss at the goings on.]
Don't move, you, or I'll snap your neck. Don't call for help, either.
[If Noé was hoping for friendly like his grandparents, he's in for one hell of a disappointment.]
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Don't move, you, or I'll snap your neck. Don't call for help, either.
[If Noé was hoping for friendly like his grandparents, he's in for one hell of a disappointment.]