[ Kara may not have as many scars as Vanitas, but the principle is the same. They've both been through so much that their bodies are no longer the same. His understanding is noted and she feels glad, actually, that they both made the decisions they did the other night.
When he takes her hand, pink immediately rises to her cheeks. It's a simple gesture, but it is quite sweet. ]
Y-yeah. I appreciate that. Seriously. You won't hear a vile word from me about yours, either.
[ And she finally gets a cheeky grin on her face, a big smile that unmistakably shows her gratitude as she then lightly holds his hand in return. It's a silent display of solidarity. ]
[Perhaps this is fate, or merely some odd coincidence, but Vanitas isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He's grateful to have found someone who understands his pain somewhat, even if it was through questionable means. They can always annul their supposed marriage later, after all, and keep remaining friends.
It's a side of himself he doesn't often show, but he's in performance mode, trying to ease her worries.]
Thanks. It's a relief to know there's someone out there who I can rely on to help me change my dressing if I ever get injured, heh.
[Mutual wound-licking, as it were. Something they can do for each other as friends, because that's what they are by now, he feels. Even if it came about quickly and from strange circumstances. So he squeezes her hand just that bit tighter, letting her know they have each other's backs.]
Oh, about that? Yeah, uh, you're gonna have to show me how to do it properly, because I did a pretty bad job back there...
[ Whoops! She's willing to learn, though. Because when she ends up going back home, she'll have to know how to properly dress her wounds (and others') for their survival. Her free arm reaches out to lightly pat his shoulder, and she grins more playfully, lifting her spirits again. Shoving the pain, both emotional and physical, down as far as she can in favor of having fun. ]
Sooo...you ready to go shopping? I'll find some stylish 'fits for you, too, I promise! Hehe!
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When he takes her hand, pink immediately rises to her cheeks. It's a simple gesture, but it is quite sweet. ]
Y-yeah. I appreciate that. Seriously. You won't hear a vile word from me about yours, either.
[ And she finally gets a cheeky grin on her face, a big smile that unmistakably shows her gratitude as she then lightly holds his hand in return. It's a silent display of solidarity. ]
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It's a side of himself he doesn't often show, but he's in performance mode, trying to ease her worries.]
Thanks. It's a relief to know there's someone out there who I can rely on to help me change my dressing if I ever get injured, heh.
[Mutual wound-licking, as it were. Something they can do for each other as friends, because that's what they are by now, he feels. Even if it came about quickly and from strange circumstances. So he squeezes her hand just that bit tighter, letting her know they have each other's backs.]
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[ Whoops! She's willing to learn, though. Because when she ends up going back home, she'll have to know how to properly dress her wounds (and others') for their survival. Her free arm reaches out to lightly pat his shoulder, and she grins more playfully, lifting her spirits again. Shoving the pain, both emotional and physical, down as far as she can in favor of having fun. ]
Sooo...you ready to go shopping? I'll find some stylish 'fits for you, too, I promise! Hehe!