[ Yes, the talk of these warforged and how they had gained sentience beyond their original purpose is also fascinating to Knives, and he would be interested in learning more himself, but Vash is set on defusing the situation.
By calling him cranky, even. Knives' eyes narrow and his lips twist into what could only be called a pout. ]
Speak for yourself.
[ Does that even make sense? Probably not. Siblings are just like this, sometimes.
He glances to Declan and shakes his head. ] He only wants to evade the conversation. But do as you wish. [ He can't deny the fact that he's exhausted and it might be better to question Declan when he is firing on all cylinders, so to speak. ]
[ Declan spends a moment looking between each sibling. That "the girls are fightingggg" energy is still there, simmering just under the surface like it's waiting for just the right, or wrong, moment to bubble up again.
Yes, he's probably overstayed his welcome. He clears his throat. ]
Respectfully, I think I'll leave you to your rest. All this talk of magic and science and magic science is best done after a good night's sleep.
I'm glad to have been of some help. If either of you need me for anything, I am but a call away!
Thank you, Declan! [ Vash calls after him cheerfully. He also appreciates the lack of commentary on the fight they immediately started.
Once he's out sight, Vash sighs, mostly to himself. That could have gone worse, probably! No one even died!
He leans over the couch again and tucks the blanket around Nai. ] Get some rest, okay? I'm serious. The next time you scare me like that, I'll get Declan to autograph your face.
[ When Knives observes how quickly Declan leaves, he finds that he can't judge him for it. He has little context for the argument between them, and he only came here to administer his healing spell.
Having met him the once, he can always track him down and ask more questions at a later time.
Knives' eyes go wide when Vash leans in to draw the blanket over him, like he's some sickly child. But then he implies that he'd been scared by this turn of events, and that's even more baffling. ]
Surely you didn't think something as mundane as exhaustion would be my end, Vash. [ He shakes his head, but he hasn't thrown the blanket off, so that seems to be a surrender of sorts. ] Yes, I'll rest.
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By calling him cranky, even. Knives' eyes narrow and his lips twist into what could only be called a pout. ]
Speak for yourself.
[ Does that even make sense? Probably not. Siblings are just like this, sometimes.
He glances to Declan and shakes his head. ] He only wants to evade the conversation. But do as you wish. [ He can't deny the fact that he's exhausted and it might be better to question Declan when he is firing on all cylinders, so to speak. ]
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Yes, he's probably overstayed his welcome. He clears his throat. ]
Respectfully, I think I'll leave you to your rest. All this talk of magic and science and magic science is best done after a good night's sleep.
I'm glad to have been of some help. If either of you need me for anything, I am but a call away!
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Once he's out sight, Vash sighs, mostly to himself. That could have gone worse, probably! No one even died!
He leans over the couch again and tucks the blanket around Nai. ] Get some rest, okay? I'm serious. The next time you scare me like that, I'll get Declan to autograph your face.
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Having met him the once, he can always track him down and ask more questions at a later time.
Knives' eyes go wide when Vash leans in to draw the blanket over him, like he's some sickly child. But then he implies that he'd been scared by this turn of events, and that's even more baffling. ]
Surely you didn't think something as mundane as exhaustion would be my end, Vash. [ He shakes his head, but he hasn't thrown the blanket off, so that seems to be a surrender of sorts. ] Yes, I'll rest.
[ He doesn't have to be happy about it, though. ]