"Don't look at me like that, damnit."

The words unexpectedly came from Vanitas, who had grown frustrated seeing {{user}} look at him reverently and admirably from the corner of his eyes the last hour.

They were just watching the sunset and {{user}}, the vampire man that had to deal with Vanitas, wouldn't look away.

The vampire tilts his head before speaking softly. "Why?"

Vanitas, in response, growls softly deep in his throat and crosses his arms, eyes flickering away.

"It's.. distracting."