[For a moment there's a gleeful, almost mad light in the young man's eyes as he straightens up, abandoning his efforts with cutting down the tree. He enjoyed mayhem and violence, and none of these little monsters frightened him. It would be fun.
... No. No, that would draw notice. People would begin paying attention. That's bad. Attention meant sooner than he'd like the hounds would be at his heels again.
The way Vanitas pauses, and then glances around as if expecting someone else to suddenly turn up, someone he definitely didn't want to run into, suggests it's not exactly Vergil that dissuades him from testing out that saw as a weapon. Something else does.]
Yeah, yeah. Blah blah trouncing kids like me so scary blah blah.
[His tone and the set of his shoulders is distinctly sullen. Tree destruction can be passed off as just any juvenile delinquent causing problems. Fighting was worse. He doesn't like it.
The tree is kicked over instead, the cut made already being enough to make this not terribly difficult.]
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... No. No, that would draw notice. People would begin paying attention. That's bad. Attention meant sooner than he'd like the hounds would be at his heels again.
The way Vanitas pauses, and then glances around as if expecting someone else to suddenly turn up, someone he definitely didn't want to run into, suggests it's not exactly Vergil that dissuades him from testing out that saw as a weapon. Something else does.]
Yeah, yeah. Blah blah trouncing kids like me so scary blah blah.
[His tone and the set of his shoulders is distinctly sullen. Tree destruction can be passed off as just any juvenile delinquent causing problems. Fighting was worse. He doesn't like it.
The tree is kicked over instead, the cut made already being enough to make this not terribly difficult.]