[One thing — possibly the only thing — Verso doesn't mind about his Natural Soul is how it has heightened his sense of smell. Which means he opens his door with the fond smile he rarely shows to anyone other than Vanitas. But once open, he freezes. Deer in the headlights. Eyes as wide as saucers, he steps forward.]
Vanitas...
[A piano.
Being able to play as much as he liked in Kelesis is one thing, having his own is entirely another. His ears flick up as he turns his stupefied expression to Vanitas.] Is this...? [He trails off, unable to voice his hopes — what the ribbons and Vanitas' smug look should mean, but he still can't bear to open himself up to the possiblity it's not—
He swallows. At some point, his hands rose to the height of the keys, fingers spread wide, already itching to play.]
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Vanitas...
[A piano.
Being able to play as much as he liked in Kelesis is one thing, having his own is entirely another. His ears flick up as he turns his stupefied expression to Vanitas.] Is this...? [He trails off, unable to voice his hopes — what the ribbons and Vanitas' smug look should mean, but he still can't bear to open himself up to the possiblity it's not—
He swallows. At some point, his hands rose to the height of the keys, fingers spread wide, already itching to play.]