[the note grows heavier in his pocket as he listens, looking from the window to watch vash crack into his leftovers. just as he said, a good chunk was left untouched still. kni had picked at bits, and the only part of his lunch completely missing were the apple slices vash had cut to look like rabbits.
he could have eaten more, but after what had happened during lunch period he'd forgotten all about being hungry. as he looks down into his lunch, kni frowns.]
Vash.
[steeling himself in the same way one would before ripping off a band-aid, kni reaches into his front pocket and pulls out the envelope addressed to mr. savarem in polite cursive. kni goes back to looking out the window, expression pinched.]
This is for you.
[he doesn't know what it says, but he can only assume the worst, and it's obvious from his tense posture and the erratic notes punctuating their melody. inside the envelope is a letter, written in the same soft cursive that addressed vash on the envelope.
school was difficult, to put it mildly, for kni. he could be agreeable with the teachers, if they looked past his simmering, "I know more than you" attitude, but it was with the other kids he stumbled over. some days were better than others, interactions that felt somewhat successful in not being terribly, painfully, uncomfortable, and other days ended with vash being called in to play cleanup on his behalf. today had started well enough, until lunch hit and his pitiful "no incidents at school" streak ended. what a surprise.
kni didn't plan on involving himself, but when he looked up from picking at his food to see a group of kids he recognized, one of which he "accidentally" gave a black eye to on his second day at school, cornering someone smaller, well...
unknown to kni at that time, the teacher had been a witness to what happened. kni coming up to the group and inciting a tense standoff where kni had been "a little too threatening, but his heart seemed to be in the right place" before the little group dispersed themselves knowing from experience kni would absolutely back up his threat with a clenched fist. there's some concern written in the letter, but overall praise for what she felt was "improvement" on kni's end when faced with stress at school. baby steps in the right direction, at least?]
no subject
[the note grows heavier in his pocket as he listens, looking from the window to watch vash crack into his leftovers. just as he said, a good chunk was left untouched still. kni had picked at bits, and the only part of his lunch completely missing were the apple slices vash had cut to look like rabbits.
he could have eaten more, but after what had happened during lunch period he'd forgotten all about being hungry. as he looks down into his lunch, kni frowns.]
Vash.
[steeling himself in the same way one would before ripping off a band-aid, kni reaches into his front pocket and pulls out the envelope addressed to mr. savarem in polite cursive. kni goes back to looking out the window, expression pinched.]
This is for you.
[he doesn't know what it says, but he can only assume the worst, and it's obvious from his tense posture and the erratic notes punctuating their melody. inside the envelope is a letter, written in the same soft cursive that addressed vash on the envelope.
school was difficult, to put it mildly, for kni. he could be agreeable with the teachers, if they looked past his simmering, "I know more than you" attitude, but it was with the other kids he stumbled over. some days were better than others, interactions that felt somewhat successful in not being terribly, painfully, uncomfortable, and other days ended with vash being called in to play cleanup on his behalf. today had started well enough, until lunch hit and his pitiful "no incidents at school" streak ended. what a surprise.
kni didn't plan on involving himself, but when he looked up from picking at his food to see a group of kids he recognized, one of which he "accidentally" gave a black eye to on his second day at school, cornering someone smaller, well...
unknown to kni at that time, the teacher had been a witness to what happened. kni coming up to the group and inciting a tense standoff where kni had been "a little too threatening, but his heart seemed to be in the right place" before the little group dispersed themselves knowing from experience kni would absolutely back up his threat with a clenched fist. there's some concern written in the letter, but overall praise for what she felt was "improvement" on kni's end when faced with stress at school. baby steps in the right direction, at least?]