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“Of course I will stay with you, Vanitas.” He smiles giving his hand a little squeeze.

Give my muse unwanted advice!

Ash quirks a brow, head tilting in question. “Have you not been sleeping?”

“How you been, Vanitas?” Ash whispers hand finding Van’s to curl their fingers together.

“You are welcome!” He coos brushing up against him, shoulder to shoulder.

“Yes!” He grins still holding his hands out. Motioning for him to take it. “Do you like it? It is the best one I could find, there were many that were like it but this one is the best.”

"I have a thing for you!” Ash chirps holding out his hands, in them is a rock. A plain grey, very ordinary, very smooth, size of golf ball, rock. But he looks very excited and very proud of it none the less.