[He stirs then, when the other keeps talking, pouting and opening his purple eyes blearily to take in that it is, in fact, Vanitas. And not Domi next to him.]
Mm? Oh. Morning Vanitas.
[He's oblivious to any sort of misunderstanding or implication where his relationship with Dominique might come into play. It takes him a moment, as he pouts and then seems to register what was going on. His brain seeming to take a moment to play catch up from the nap.]
......
Vanitas?
[Wait. Why was Vanitas right -- oh. Oh. Right. The bed. Vanitas had been cold. So he had joined Vanitas. And then.....evidentally also fallen asleep. Oops?]
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Mm? Oh. Morning Vanitas.
[He's oblivious to any sort of misunderstanding or implication where his relationship with Dominique might come into play. It takes him a moment, as he pouts and then seems to register what was going on. His brain seeming to take a moment to play catch up from the nap.]
......
Vanitas?
[Wait. Why was Vanitas right -- oh. Oh. Right. The bed. Vanitas had been cold. So he had joined Vanitas. And then.....evidentally also fallen asleep. Oops?]