THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW
INCIDENT FOUR: Poetry at 18 Months Old
It was a bright, sunny day in the Rec. room of the SEEDS ship where Millions Knives sat. One could hardly tell that the beautiful blue sky was an illusion or that the warm sunshine was artificial. But, the synthetic atmosphere was the least of Knives's problems right now.
Rem was babbling on again, filling his brother's head with that 'Love 'n' Peace' nonsense again. It was bad enough that Knives was forced to listen to her idealistic views on life, but now she was corrupting Vash as well?
"-and that's why you should never take the life of another." Rem finished her speech.
"Rem, if I poke you in the eye how long will it take for you to die?" Ok. it WAS pretty lame, but Knives was only a bit older than one in human years.
Rem made a horrified face, nearly identical to the one she had made a few days ago when Knives had squashed a spider, but after a moment returned to her usual smile.
"Knives, I'm so proud of you!" she squealed, "You made a rhyme!"
Knives buried his head in his hands. There was no beating this woman.
INCIDENT FOUR: Poetry at 18 Months Old
It was a bright, sunny day in the Rec. room of the SEEDS ship where Millions Knives sat. One could hardly tell that the beautiful blue sky was an illusion or that the warm sunshine was artificial. But, the synthetic atmosphere was the least of Knives's problems right now.
Rem was babbling on again, filling his brother's head with that 'Love 'n' Peace' nonsense again. It was bad enough that Knives was forced to listen to her idealistic views on life, but now she was corrupting Vash as well?
"-and that's why you should never take the life of another." Rem finished her speech.
"Rem, if I poke you in the eye how long will it take for you to die?" Ok. it WAS pretty lame, but Knives was only a bit older than one in human years.
Rem made a horrified face, nearly identical to the one she had made a few days ago when Knives had squashed a spider, but after a moment returned to her usual smile.
"Knives, I'm so proud of you!" she squealed, "You made a rhyme!"
Knives buried his head in his hands. There was no beating this woman.