Obstinacy
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: Yea, right. Sure, I haven't even gotten my driver's license, so lay off. I don't own Trigun.
After several hours of painstakingly observing his subject, Knives had come the conclusion:
The ceiling was blue.
Not only was it a light blue, but there were exactly one thousand and thirty tiny holes that left spots of black on the otherwise solid blue ceiling.
The ceiling was indeed blue.
"KNIVES! What are you doing on the floor?"
Knives shifted uncomfortably on the floor of his room, cursing his luck that the short human had found him.
"Were you actually stupid enough to try to walk?"
He couldn't decide which was more demeaning: a human calling into question his intelligence or the fact that she was right.
She sighed. "I'll go get Vash to help me lift you." She shook her head and mumbled, "Just like Vash."
Knives felt that last comment had been a rather unnecessary insult.