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[vanityunbcoming]

(OOC: WARNING, Vanitas will be unmasked for this thread! No spoilers in the prompt, itself.)

[On the playground just off the center of town, there's a body. Well, it's not really a body, it's just an unconscious person lying on their back in the sandbox, and wearing nothing but a pair of pants, ala Newfeather style. But this isn't a Newfeather

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[compos_mentis]

[...Well what have we here? She head this playground was behind the school- she half-expected someone to jump her, ask was she was doing there (maybe she was a "villain" some people filtered against) but she was able to get in. But there's some guy looking like he's dying there.

She slowly walks over and then, leers over him. Hey, sup]

[compos_mentis]

[Score. Well then, with a cruel little smirk she turns her arm back to normal, lowering it in much the same movement. Enjoy that sunlight. Still, she is fair, because in the same go, she holds out a hand for him to prop himself up on... or let her tug him up.

Or he can try to be cute and do something else, that might be fun too.]

[vanityunbcoming]

[And as soon as that shade's taken away, Vanitas goes back to squinting. But at least he was expecting it. What he doesn't expect is for her to actually offer to help him. Well, screw that, he can get himself up. So he knocks that offering hand away with his own...

or well, tries to. He actually misses by about half a foot, and his hand sails through open air. Grunting in annoyance, he lies there glaring for several seconds, until he reaches up again and manages to finally grip her wrist.]

[compos_mentis]

[...Hnng. Your pain is so delicious she could eat you up right now. Before the wrist is grabbed she idly imagines it... his head in a pot or something. She smirks and then gets a grip on his own wrist to match his on hers, and then gives him a tug. Come on boy]

[vanityunbcoming]

[Normally, he'd be able to pick out those malicious vibes like a heady fragrance, but not now. Whaatever the Malnosso did to him is blocking his senses and has left him drained, and that tug kind of jerks him up into a sitting position. By the look on his face, the light-headed feeling that comes with it isn't very pleasant.]

[compos_mentis]

Just for the record, I'm not going to carry you.

[Throwing that out there. She keeps her hand in place, but hey, if the kid can pull through that's his deal]

[vanityunbcoming]

Good. [His head goes down towards his knees for a moment, until the feeling passes. The more he moves, though, the better he's starting to feel.] Wouldn't want you to strain anything.

[compos_mentis]

Here I was considering loaning you a bed if you asked real nice.

[Good man. Or boy. Mostly boy. C'mon]

[vanityunbcoming]

Tch. Then you'd be wasting your hospitality.

[He's getting there. After another few seconds, he pulls on her arm and gets himself to his feet. The cold really hits him, then, (not that he wasn't before) and he locks his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering.

For some reason, his dark suit isn't manifesting on it's own.]

[compos_mentis]

I felt generous. [Okay, so what now. You gunna lean on her, or pretend you can stand/walk yourself? Or maybe he can? She's not moving after he's stood beyond pulling herself up to height herself.]

[vanityunbcoming]

Why help me at all? We aren't friends.

[Yeah, he's standing on his own, and takes a few steps without falling over. This is good.]

[compos_mentis]

Maybe I wanted to sell you off to a akkram slaver. Make your you're nurished and ready to go.

[SHRUG]

[vanityunbcoming]

[The hell is an akkram--nevermind.]

Maybe. But I think you're full of--[hold that thought. His stomach's suddenly vetoing all this movement, and causes him to curl back to his knees.]

[compos_mentis]

[HNNNNNG She's just going to watch. Enjoying.]

[vanityunbcoming]

[Sadist. His stomach's empty, thank the Worlds, but it's still humiliating.]

[compos_mentis]

[Oh you bet she is. This is so good she could cream her pants not really]