#van!ck

The strangest thing was he had no knowledge of knowing this riddle prior... but now with this form not only did he know of it... he knew the answer as if it was instinctual! How peculiar... 

A snort as he smirks. “Awful isn’t it..? That ghost is so obviously fake. I could have made something better in my sleep~” 

“Well, I don’t exactly see anyone our age getting costumes to wander the streets asking strangers for treats...” Sure he’d never been but there had been circumstances for that and he’d never seen the appeal. He was already trying to avoid looking directly at her. That pout of hers was dangerous...

Vanitas doesn’t hear said snickers of mischief... however he suddenly has a sinking suspicion that something isn’t right... He may not know what it is yet but he’s certainly very wary and concerned. 

He allowed a small smirk. “If that’s what you were talking about... I suppose now and then... but there were as many ups as there were downs. I can only imagine how awkward things would be getting into the buildings around here if I hadn’t changed back.” 

A low growl that is getting dangerously close to a purr escapes his throat, his wings fluttering slightly as he considers her. “Hmm... I don’t know... tell me, does the little princess have anything of value to a devilish bandit~?” He was perhaps having more fun with this then he’d first thought possible. 

A pause at this as he forces himself to concentrate on not purring. That was a strange thought.... He smirks then his head tilting a bit. “Course I could, but why would you want me to be a cute princess when I would be far better suited to being a handsome prince? Or perhaps even a devilish bandit..?” He gave a growl automatically in his amusement. 

He blinked at her remark before seeming amused. She had spunk at least. Perhaps he could get used to her. He blinked at the petting before tilting his head a bit. Vanitas scoffed then even as she spoke. “Of course I do.. I make a cute anything~” Hey, he might as well play it up.