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"One and a half! Ooooone! One-haaaalf! Aa~aaa~aaaand, zero!! Ready or not, here I—cghrkk—!?"

Turns out that Vash's coat has been pinned to the ground by a heel, preventing him from even trying to stand; for now, the Umber resident hide-n'-seeker isn't going anywhere.

From where he's been squatting for the countdown, he looks up.

Aided by her looming shadow, it's not hard to discern that someone's glaring down at him, even with Elendira's unhappy expression flipped the other way. The pacifist is one for aiming his signature helpless smile back up at a look like that, though, even pairing it with a little friendly wave:

"…That's enough." The statement sounds a lot less threatening when Knives is like this, having his cheek pinched in the Ark by one of the only he'd ever allow to so much as touch him.

His half-smushed face is less obscured than usual, the white hood of this borrowed hoodie having fallen back. It makes it clear that he is a genuine counterpart to the dark-haired captain aboard the ship, down to the saturnine expression.

The older Knives, currently in his own quarters, had informed his counterpart of Elendira's existence, and had allowed for him to borrow clothes out of his wardrobe. This world had brought on so much humiliation to him, already… But Knives had no choice but to acknowledge the sense in bearing with this much for a time.