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   Seeing Leon’s name disappear from his phone was like a nightmare come true. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the redhead physically leaving the island, but perhaps it’s Gonta’s experience with friends leaving and then coming back that makes it all the more frightening -- because often when they come back, their memories are different.

He’s wondered a few times in Leon’s absence whether it’s for the best that they spend time apart, but that’s not enough to keep him from missing the other anyway; from hoping that he’ll come back. After all, he knows that if Leon isn’t here, then he’s probably just dead.

As soon as he spots him, it feels like his heart is going to come out of his chest.

It’s weird to feel nervous about someone he’s been so comfortable with, but he is essentially about to face one of two things: someone who will remember and love him or someone who won’t. 

That nervousness is almost palpable, as he pipes up with his hands fidgeting together and his expression all worried:

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 359!

Enjoy your stay!

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                   && it was already startling enough to have the fiery baseball player STRIKE an unceremonious conversation with lack of reasoning to do so ( she’s just partially glad his demeanor seemed to not tilt to the ‘humiliate others for fun’ portion. )

---- IT SEEMED as though Vanitas had finally found his way to District Zeta -- but it was a mistake to trust him around any foreign species of any organism. Ever. Fascinated as he was by the “garden variety”, so to speak, he found even greater intrigue in the vaulted plants. And so, obviously, the man had made a great effort to find his way into the vault.

After a great deal of fiddling with the locks, Vanitas finally triumphantly kicked the door open -- or not. The chains held and all he had to show for it was a very, very sore knee. Grumbling, he knelt down again to keep trying the lock. It took a long time -- almost more time than he was willing to devote -- but finally he heard the telltale click of the lock opening. His leg too sore to do anything about the door kick-wise, he resorted for a flamboyant throwing-open of the door with his arm, but more cautiously than he would have liked. Just in case.

He had made it scarcely three steps into the vault before he brushed against the bowed head of a pitcher plant, which immediately --- spat slime on his arm?

“... ?!”

This was. A problem. The problem mostly came in the fact that he could no longer feel his arm. It was either paralysis or poison agent of some kind, but Vanitas was not about to find out the most painful way. Foolhardy as he might have been, this was not something he was eager to stick around for. He hightailed it, stopping only for a moment to stick the lock haphazardly back on the door.

[🔪] “Hey, I just got in this city, do you know what’s with all the talk about butts?” Maybe this was a weird thing to ask a stranger, but, he was curious.

    It’s an inhale, exhale moment; he’s been lowering his levels of stress by stretching his patience. 

    ( ✱ ) “Do you mind cutting that out?”