[Personal space is not his concern. That Vash doesn't seem to have any dark hair at all doesn't change Knives' expression, but the feeling of sheer relief is nearly tangible. They had their differences, but he'd gotten over his desire to see Vash dead - all that blond meant that barring a terrible accident, his brother was going to live a very, very long time. If there's any gun-reaching going on, he simply doesn't react; there are more important things to think about. What if Vash were lying? Was there a way to regenerate his own power? ...No. Vash wasn't much of a liar, not even to him.
He's continuing his examination. Blond was good. Healthy. The scar is briefly tapped before Knives gives Vash some space again, glancing at the sea once more. It was a terrible lure, that ocean.
Different times. Knives refused to consider alternate realities, which meant that Vash was.. from an earlier time? He shakes his head.]
That sounds unbelievable. You can leave that thing where it is. I don't intend to hurt you, and it would be nice if you can return the favor.
[Of course things have changed. Everything changed. Not all for the worse. When he turns his gaze back to Vash, there's a small frown.]
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Date: 2013-05-21 03:52 am (UTC)He's continuing his examination. Blond was good. Healthy. The scar is briefly tapped before Knives gives Vash some space again, glancing at the sea once more. It was a terrible lure, that ocean.
Different times. Knives refused to consider alternate realities, which meant that Vash was.. from an earlier time? He shakes his head.]
That sounds unbelievable. You can leave that thing where it is. I don't intend to hurt you, and it would be nice if you can return the favor.
[Of course things have changed. Everything changed. Not all for the worse. When he turns his gaze back to Vash, there's a small frown.]
...How old are you?