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[callmeven]

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Okay... I think this might work! What do you think, Chirithy?

[ventus has the camera propped up against something on the counter as he mixes together what looks like the dry ingredients for cookies. there's some flour stuck to his cheek and chiirthy perched atop his head and precariously leaning forward to peer into the mixing bowl. it raises a paw, as if about to say something when it just

tumbles

into the dry mix, sending flour and whatnot up into the air like a giant white cloud. it hits ventus right in the face and the camera's edges are touched with flour. chirithy pops up out of the bowl and laughs a little sheepishly.

ventus just sighs.]

[ text ]

I think... I messed up somewhere along the way.



They taste okay at least???

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[callmeven]

[he shakes the broken toaster a little and something inside it rattles.]

I'm not a complete wet blanket, you know. [he grins at him] So is that a yes?

[darkcharge]

Actually... You usually are.

[ A brief pause. ]

But it's a yes.

[callmeven]

Am not.

[huffs!!!]

Good. Let's go then. [might as well leave on a good note to go trash an appliance they'll probably need come tomorrow morning.]

[darkcharge]

You really, really are. You don't have a destructive bone in your body. Because I took it all.

[ But lead the way, Ventus. Vanitas is going to follow. ]

[callmeven]

I have at least one... maybe even two left.

[toaster tucked under one arm he leads the way down the apartment building stairs that lead outside to the alleyway. it's just some empty garbage cans and the faint sounds of the city that greet them once ventus opens the door.]

Oh good. No one else is out here.

[he holds out the toaster, looking at vanitas.] Do you wanna go first?

[darkcharge]

[ Vanitas snorts but makes no further comment. Instead he walks after Ventus, little Spirit still in his arms. Why this is, he doesn't know. Right now he's trying not too think too much on these things. Between Sora. Ventus. Even that weird Xigbar...

There are a lot of conflicting thoughts. So he just stares at the back of his other half's head. ]

Huh?

[ Oops. Distracted. ]

[callmeven]

[ven shakes the toaster again lightly. it's weird seeing vanitas as quiet as this.]

Do you wanna kick it or punch it?

[darkcharge]

Why do that when we can just take our Keyblades to it?

[callmeven]

Because our keyblades would just obliterate it in like... one hit?

[but whatever, if that's what vanitas wants to do ventus won't stop him (this time).]

Do you want me to take Chirithy?

[darkcharge]

Could always see how many shots of Firaga it would take for it to blow up.

[ A fun alternative. But Vanitas holds out Chirithy. If the Spirit wants to go to Ventus, far be it from him to keep them apart. ]

[callmeven]

[chirithy is fine being with either of them, vanitas don't misconstrue this. but ven takes chirithy back and tosses the toaster over to vanitas to catch.]

Whatever you want to do, go for it. Just don't blow anything else up.

[darkcharge]

[ Which he does. Easily. Vanitas takes a moment to frown at his other half and snorts. ]

Need I remind you that this was your idea. If you don't like my suggestion then I can go back inside and not bother.

[callmeven]

Because I think it'd be fun! If it isn't fun for you then there's no point, right?

[look this is him trying to meet vanitas... halfway. he's trying.]

[darkcharge]

Fun to kick and punch it? You'd hurt your hands doing that.

[ Gosh Ven! Use your head. That's just being smart, not difficult. ]

[callmeven]

Coming from the one who broke it initially by just punching it earlier.

[darkcharge]

I didn't punch it. I threw it. Big difference, Vents.

[callmeven]

It's not that big a difference.

[but he does call out his keyblade, letting chirithy climb atop his head.]

[darkcharge]

Big enough of one.

[ Oh hey look Ventus he can do that too. They could take turns whacking at it like a pinata. ]

[callmeven]

Not really.

[he waves his keyblade, letting it rest against his shoulder.]

Throw it already!

[darkcharge]

Be patient.

[ Van picks up the appliance. It's heavier than what he thought it would be. Then with as much force as he can muster, he throws it up in the air. ]