[Knives had never been much of a conversationalist, even all those years ago, but what might have been companionable silence they shared as children is now something far more pointed and oppressive. Almost as if he's trying to bait out whatever Vash has on his mind, even if Knives isn't being obvious about it, paying more attention to his surroundings than to him as they walk.
Vash slipping on a rock interrupts the tension, though, and for a brief moment he reaches as if to snag him by the hood of his jacket, but his brother manages to regain his footing before it's needed.]
Graceful as ever.
[He mocks with a derisive noise, though for once, there's not much venom behind it.]
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Vash slipping on a rock interrupts the tension, though, and for a brief moment he reaches as if to snag him by the hood of his jacket, but his brother manages to regain his footing before it's needed.]
Graceful as ever.
[He mocks with a derisive noise, though for once, there's not much venom behind it.]