[He's never quite lost his temper, no, but he has more than negativity in his expressions now, Master. No, Vanitas can't be sure, he can't know unless he gets more than text with eloquent words and a mention of monster, but he..
His face contorts as he tries to piece together this who, and who he genuinely fears it to be, the simmering annoyance slipping into a deeper hate, eyes bright even when his lip curls and he grips his gear with both hands. It takes a long time to talk though, to spit out the word, even when he starts belatedly trying to force his expression into something calmer.
He was never in control of his emotions, after all.]
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His face contorts as he tries to piece together this who, and who he genuinely fears it to be, the simmering annoyance slipping into a deeper hate, eyes bright even when his lip curls and he grips his gear with both hands. It takes a long time to talk though, to spit out the word, even when he starts belatedly trying to force his expression into something calmer.
He was never in control of his emotions, after all.]
... Master?