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Nai.
Nai.
"Vash?"
Nai what.
"What is it?"
'what' What?
Sunshine is (not)beaming downwards onto us(me). And it's unusual because we're under the shade of the tree you like to read underneath when the simulated summers become a little too unbearable for you to experience. I don't think it had to do with textures though, did it?
"Vash, are you alright?"
What do you mean?
Everything is alright you said
"Of course Vash," though his eyes are elsewhere targeted at something in our equivalent of a fourth dimension in this case.
'In this case'? ??
(Knives is narrating)
[as far as I am aware]
Vash raises his knees closer to his chest as he stares at KniveNai. The big book in Nai's lap is splayed open, turned some random amount through its first testament. Vash studies the valuable words [No they aren't.] over Nai's shoulder as they both [Yes they are.] turn through the interesting pages together.
Vash tries to stand--- (eugh)
[Stay here] [Why though?]
[stay. Here.] [Why though?]