when's the next office meeting
RATHER LIKE A CAT, the boy comes as goes as he pleases with little to no respect to whatever boundaries that may exist. Currently, Vanitas does as what most cats love to do, by seating himself in a position that impedes any and all work, knocking aside pens and sending reports fluttering away. Xemnas manages to snatch one in mid-flight, his efforts only doing more harm than good by nearly crumpling the page into a ball.
He lays the ruined report on what little surface of his desk is left, trying his best to smooth it open, but looking at the wrinkles across the page, he decides that it is only an exercise in futility. This is what Vanitas does to the little peace and quiet Xemnas manages find in the chaostic thrum of their new Organization. Of all the members, the boy would choose to follow him. As though sensing that the Superior had grown too comfortable, too content with his solitude.
Never, he wants to answer, but it would mean nothing. As if telling the boy to leave him be would matter. All he can do is plant a hand on a wiry bicep and shove, hard, sending Vanitas crashing into a heap beside his desk.