Keeping the plate away from Phalanx suddenly becomes a small dance as he weaves (perhaps ill-advisedly) around their newly-acquired fork and onto the actual surface of the table.
"There, now you can use the fork."
Vincent raises his head while silently chewing... It's not hard to imagine that the dead stare he points in their direction would have been exactly the same even if he still had real eyes.
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Keeping the plate away from Phalanx suddenly becomes a small dance as he weaves (perhaps ill-advisedly) around their newly-acquired fork and onto the actual surface of the table.
"There, now you can use the fork."
Vincent raises his head while silently chewing... It's not hard to imagine that the dead stare he points in their direction would have been exactly the same even if he still had real eyes.