002 ♕ action.

[conjoins]

[ A boy sits in the middle of the City square, leaning against a bench; he looks asleep, but the large winding pin on his back and the lack of ticking says otherwise. In his hand is a popsicle stick, blue ice cream dripping as it melts unattended. He doesn't seem to have been in the position for long, as the remaining ice cream still covers the majority of the stick. Pigeons flock near his feet, some daring to creep near him and peck at his ankle in search of food.

At the very least, in his halt, he looks peaceful. ]

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[dissolves]

[ it was never difficult to find Ventus, connected hearts and all. nor was it hard to tell when something was definitely up with him-- so it's probably not that surprising when a Flood finds it's way to Ventus and begins to-- draw on his face with a marker it picked up earlier. it doesn't get the chance to draw on him too much, because Vanitas follows after a couple minutes later and steps on top of it, smashing the Unversed down into the floor.

so he can reach out and knock Ventus onto the floor a few seconds after. ]

Move.

[conjoins]

[ despite being kicked, he doesn't move; instead, he crumples to the floor lifelessly, winding pin sticking up as the ice cream smushes into his clothes, and he still looks peacefully asleep. ]

[dissolves]

[ there's a few moments in which Vanitas just stares down at Ventus, watching him, waiting for him to move or speak or something, because he knows he's definitely alive.

it doesn't last too long. because he's raising his leg, and kicking Ventus' back roughly. because why not. ]

[conjoins]

[ ow, that smarts. not that Ventus would know, yet - he just flops to his side, still looking rather unmindful that Vanitas is kicking the shit out of him. ]

[dissolves]

[ ...

this is significantly less satisfying when Ventus isn't even reacting to it. he kicks him again, this time in the ribs, and then-- bends down, hand grabbing onto the winding pin to pull on it. ]

[conjoins]

[ it comes out with a pop, and with the winding pin out of his body, there's no chance of ventus waking up now. good job, vanitas, whatever your intention was, you obviously succeeded in doing the exact OPPOSITE of waking him up!!!!

you fuck. ]

[dissolves]

[ just gonna

casually

stare at this pin. then Ventus, then the pin again.

oh well. he stands himself up, pin in hand, and just walks off with it.

just like that. ]

[conjoins]

[ YOU FUCK. ]