@slackingoffduty
The next time that Vanitas saw Braig, it was a week later. The training was long and painful, but the only bright part of it was Vanitas imagining meeting up with the guard again. Once Father brought them back to the house, Vanitas was itching to leave and once Xehanort had fallen asleep for the night, the boy practically ran out of the house.
His body was aching severely, especially his face. He was fairly certain that he had some bruises and a black eye, but that was not what was on his mind. It was almost sunset, would Braig be off of work? Vanitas glanced over to the castle, dashing in the direction of the gigantic structure, wishing to see his friend.











