[with vash at proper eye-level (kni will save time later to feel irritated about that), he moves to face vash and stands. grass stains decorate his leggings, intermixed with streaks of soot and dirt he'd acquired before his arrival here.]
How old are you now?
[he doesn't wait for an answer to cup vash's face with both hands. brushing fingers over his brother's cheek, pushing away messy, soaked hair from sticking to his forehead. kni's eyes scour vash's features, taking note of every little difference. he brushes his thumb over their matching birthmark.]
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How old are you now?
[he doesn't wait for an answer to cup vash's face with both hands. brushing fingers over his brother's cheek, pushing away messy, soaked hair from sticking to his forehead. kni's eyes scour vash's features, taking note of every little difference. he brushes his thumb over their matching birthmark.]
So, they weren't lying...