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[pearlstrings]

bruce wayne @ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ @ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ audio & text

PLEASE NOTE: Bruce has two inboxes.

His official user id for the network is Bruce and if you meet in person, in the unlikely event he gave you his contact details, this is the ID he would give you.

That said, his conversations on the network have largely been under the id of Wayne, as a way to keep his two identities separated.
This is the username he uses most often and he will answer replies to that handle- there just seems to be no physical person on the registry to link it to.

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[evulsed]

[ How many times have they had this conversation, now? It circles around in the margins, though Bruce has never sounded so much scolding as informative. Save for now— there's something else in his tone. Vanitas thinks it has something to do with I didn't want to see you hurt. He watches Bruce with narrowed eyes, and tries to place the tone; maybe a memory that isn't his own. A parent, or an older sibling. ]

I can't just lay around all day, Bruce.

[ He finally returns, exasperated. That isn't wholly true. In the desert, he could spend hours, or days, laying or sitting and doing absolutely nothing— but that sort of stillness feels very far away from him right now. Restlessness sits under his skin like bees buzzing in a hive. ]

[pearlstrings]

Making an effort to go to sleep at night isn't the same as laying around all day.

[This too is worth pointing out, because he knows that there are times when Vanitas is given an inch and then takes a mile. The wrappings come off and he drapes them over a low mounted board- a place to air dry. Despite the work, his skin is a patchwork of bruises in various stages. Some pale and yellowing, others a deep, unforgiving purple. His knuckles are worst, three are bleeding.

He loops a foot around one leg of a stool and drags it over, slowly sinking down.]

Will you grab the kit? Shelf behind you, on the right.