Vanitas hears it, but at a distance. Like listening to the sound of the wind through leaves, or chasing up the tiny grains of sand, the soft noise they make moving against one another. Sugar and milk loiter around in his thoughts, idle like fat fireflies, and he doesn't even notice when his eyes have closed.
Anything else Bruce might say is utterly lost on him, because it takes seconds from there for the drug in the chocolate to work it's magic. Vanitas doesn't even roll over to his customary position, curled up in a tight comma on his side. His body just sinks into sleep and the onset of fever hurries him on his way.
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Anything else Bruce might say is utterly lost on him, because it takes seconds from there for the drug in the chocolate to work it's magic. Vanitas doesn't even roll over to his customary position, curled up in a tight comma on his side. His body just sinks into sleep and the onset of fever hurries him on his way.