[ the message is received and with it some of the tension in nai's posture slipping away. he doesn't understand how or where the feeling comes from, but he doesn't fight the feeling. quietly, he scoots over on the bench to make room as he lays his hands on his lap. the entire time he watches knives, cautionary but undoubtably curious.
every vash he's met hesitated to broach the subject of nai's - knives' - future, but their silence spoke louder than any words could. ]
These keys are flat. [ he mentions quietly, pointing out the aforementioned bum piano keys with a finger. ]
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every vash he's met hesitated to broach the subject of nai's - knives' - future, but their silence spoke louder than any words could. ]
These keys are flat. [ he mentions quietly, pointing out the aforementioned bum piano keys with a finger. ]