[ No, it'd be silly to think Vash wouldn't have noticed Knives' presence.
There's a level of tension in his posture that tightens like a bowstring as his brother comes to stand next to him. His gaze flicks over to watch Knives out of the corner of his eyes, in that small gap of space his sunglasses don't cover. He barely breathes for a moment, his chest as still as the rest of him, save for where his fingers tighten around the railing he'd been leaning on only moments before.
There's so much that could go so, so wrong. A thousand options flicker through Vash's thoughts, but he settles on neutral, on hopeful. ]
You sound like you think it's funny.
[ A statement, maybe also a question. He turns his head a little, watching Knives with a wary air about him, despite the breeze in the air. ]
menace.
There's a level of tension in his posture that tightens like a bowstring as his brother comes to stand next to him. His gaze flicks over to watch Knives out of the corner of his eyes, in that small gap of space his sunglasses don't cover. He barely breathes for a moment, his chest as still as the rest of him, save for where his fingers tighten around the railing he'd been leaning on only moments before.
There's so much that could go so, so wrong. A thousand options flicker through Vash's thoughts, but he settles on neutral, on hopeful. ]
You sound like you think it's funny.
[ A statement, maybe also a question. He turns his head a little, watching Knives with a wary air about him, despite the breeze in the air. ]