@lieutenantofblood liked for a starter!
With most of his collection out and about, trying to find and ‘kill’ Vash, Knives had a window of free time to rest. No one really noticed that he had been lacking sleep- Knives was pretty good at keeping his physical appearance looking nice, but with his sisters crying out in pain and calling for help... His dreams were plagued with nightmares, at least, the night he decided to sleep.
Most of his time was spent trying to figure out a way to get all of his sisters out and alive without harming them, trying to find a way to turn this planet into an Eden for his kind. It was hard work and, if Knives was honest, he was starting to think this planet wasn’t fit for him and his sisters.
He might just have to try to find a way to get a ship to another planet, send an S.O.S and take over the operation to evacuate this filth on the planet... But for now, Knives found some time to rest (like a cat) out in the sun. His head was in the shade and he was leaning against the wall, quietly dozing. The plant awakens when he hears footsteps approaching.
“What is it?” He murmurs without looking up to see who it was.