[ Food distractions are always good, and a small smile finds its way onto Vanitas' lips as he takes in Noé's enthusiasm. He quickly positions himself, though, so his elbow is propped up on the table and his chin is resting in his hand – a shoddy way at trying to obscure his expression. ]
Good. I put a lot of effort into making those, so you'd better like it.
[ His tone is grumpy as usual. His eyes flicker towards his soup, which he has yet to touch, so he'll get to eating.
After they're done, he'll walk over and wordlessly reach for Noé's plate; he'll wash the dishes and meet Noé upstairs. ... Or, well, that's the plan. ]
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Good. I put a lot of effort into making those, so you'd better like it.
[ His tone is grumpy as usual. His eyes flicker towards his soup, which he has yet to touch, so he'll get to eating.
After they're done, he'll walk over and wordlessly reach for Noé's plate; he'll wash the dishes and meet Noé upstairs. ... Or, well, that's the plan. ]