#this is just a snipet from a story i know i wont ever be able to finish

[yuhi-san]

Defenestration

Knives watches with utter disgust as Vash excitedly bites into a salmon sandwich. Neither of them needs to actually eat but Vash still seems to enjoy it, something Knives could never understand, even as they were living with Rem. It’s just one of these things where Vash acts more like a human than the independent plant that he actually is. It is at least half the reason for Knives disdain for food. 

Across the street are some human children playing and one of the older ones vaults through an open window to go and hide.

“Oh, that reminds me, Nai,” Vash says. “If thrown through a window or having to break through one, the safest way is to tuck your arms and legs in, cover your face and break it with a foot first. Also try avoiding the frames, if possible. They hurt.”

It’s not unusual for his brother to say something completely random and equally useless. It does not stop Knives from leveling him with a frosty stare. “Vash,” he drawls tetchily, “Why the hell do you feel the need to mention this?"

“Just in case?” Vash replies, with the expression of innocence personified.

Knives feels himself bristle and he wants to grit his teeth at that. Thankfully for Vash he has a better grip on emotions and impulses than brutish humans do. “I may have agreed to that asinine proposal of you and that girl-”

“Meryl.”

“-but if you believe I will ever be put in such a situation, you are sorely mistaken, brother.

Vash is now paying only half attention to Knives, seemingly distracted by a cat he spotted preening at them from around a corner.

“Well, I sure hope we can stick to that! The not breaking through windows thing, that is,” he says in that overly cheery tone he likes to use. It’s more fake than it was when they were children, although Knives has a harder time than he would ever admit to himself to tell just how much of it is fake and how much is genuine. He should probably also consider that his brother is turning the chipper up to eleven just to spite him, or make a point. it doesn’t really matter. Even if he were entirely genuine it wouldn't dull the irritation at all.

“But you did nearly knock yourself out that time you jumped out of the window after me in July, so you know…” This time Vash goes for that casual tone he also uses a lot, far more than it is actually appropriate.

Knives right eye twitches. Vash pspsps’ at the cat while waving a piece of salmon he dug out of the sandwich, clearly no longer paying any attention to his brother.

[yuhi-san]

Oh hey would you look at that! My post! I totally forgot i put that snippet on tumblr. #snippet of s story i know i will never finish?

Well, Observations and subjective perception currently has over 70k, has a few more chapters already written and while it is on hiatus currently due to life, it is not at all abandoned!

Defenestration

Knives watches with utter disgust as Vash excitedly bites into a salmon sandwich. Neither of them needs to actually eat but Vash still seems to enjoy it, something Knives could never understand, even as they were living with Rem. It’s just one of these things where Vash acts more like a human than the independent plant that he actually is. It is at least half the reason for Knives disdain for food. 

Across the street are some human children playing and one of the older ones vaults through an open window to go and hide.

“Oh, that reminds me, Nai,” Vash says. “If thrown through a window or having to break through one, the safest way is to tuck your arms and legs in, cover your face and break it with a foot first. Also try avoiding the frames, if possible. They hurt.”

It’s not unusual for his brother to say something completely random and equally useless. It does not stop Knives from leveling him with a frosty stare. “Vash,” he drawls tetchily, “Why the hell do you feel the need to mention this?"

“Just in case?” Vash replies, with the expression of innocence personified.

Knives feels himself bristle and he wants to grit his teeth at that. Thankfully for Vash he has a better grip on emotions and impulses than brutish humans do. “I may have agreed to that asinine proposal of you and that girl-”

“Meryl.”

“-but if you believe I will ever be put in such a situation, you are sorely mistaken, brother.

Vash is now paying only half attention to Knives, seemingly distracted by a cat he spotted preening at them from around a corner.

“Well, I sure hope we can stick to that! The not breaking through windows thing, that is,” he says in that overly cheery tone he likes to use. It’s more fake than it was when they were children, although Knives has a harder time than he would ever admit to himself to tell just how much of it is fake and how much is genuine. He should probably also consider that his brother is turning the chipper up to eleven just to spite him, or make a point. it doesn’t really matter. Even if he were entirely genuine it wouldn't dull the irritation at all.

“But you did nearly knock yourself out that time you jumped out of the window after me in July, so you know…” This time Vash goes for that casual tone he also uses a lot, far more than it is actually appropriate.

Knives right eye twitches. Vash pspsps’ at the cat while waving a piece of salmon he dug out of the sandwich, clearly no longer paying any attention to his brother.