[and klaus is the one suddenly ruining it for him? that sounds about right, let's be honest. for whatever it's worth, his hand stays on vergil's shoulder, thumb and forefinger veering off to trace across the ornate design etched into the scarf. fancy as fuck, or at least he thinks it. and extraordinarily flattering, hot damn. oh, and vergil can thank this fool right here, he helped talk nero into that outfit, so... you're welcome?
it's odd, he hardly knows vergil, but seeing alcohol in his hand surprises even him. he's subtle enough to not question it and frankly, the more vergil consumes, the better in klaus's opinion. loosen him up then let him go— christ, if he only knew just how close he'd come to having another knife wound.
bless whatever deities though, his self-control seems substantial. maybe he should do this more often? what an idea.]
Fair enough. Curiosity killed the cat and all. [except satisfaction brought him back. a lot of people forget that part.
but goodness, vergil's looking real sharp, he's finding it more and more difficult to keep his hand from wandering further. nobody said anything about his eyes, which are darting up to the taller male's face, considering. he wants so badly to reach up, flick the tiny piece of hair back atop vergil's head, although he's more than certain it'd just fall again. that, and he might actually get stabbed for it. nice as the sword is, he'd rather they don't.
he chuckles at that remark, shrugs, motions with his own cup.] You got that right, [followed by another roll of his shoulders and the most sheepish smile he can manage. self-preservation, please win out here.] Guess we will.
In my defense, I've been looking for something else to drink, but... every glass I pick up is alcohol. Can't figure it out, you know? It's a total mystery!
yes, that's his middle name, tyvm
it's odd, he hardly knows vergil, but seeing alcohol in his hand surprises even him. he's subtle enough to not question it and frankly, the more vergil consumes, the better in klaus's opinion. loosen him up then let him go— christ, if he only knew just how close he'd come to having another knife wound.
bless whatever deities though, his self-control seems substantial. maybe he should do this more often? what an idea.]
Fair enough. Curiosity killed the cat and all. [except satisfaction brought him back. a lot of people forget that part.
but goodness, vergil's looking real sharp, he's finding it more and more difficult to keep his hand from wandering further. nobody said anything about his eyes, which are darting up to the taller male's face, considering. he wants so badly to reach up, flick the tiny piece of hair back atop vergil's head, although he's more than certain it'd just fall again. that, and he might actually get stabbed for it. nice as the sword is, he'd rather they don't.
he chuckles at that remark, shrugs, motions with his own cup.] You got that right, [followed by another roll of his shoulders and the most sheepish smile he can manage. self-preservation, please win out here.] Guess we will.
In my defense, I've been looking for something else to drink, but... every glass I pick up is alcohol. Can't figure it out, you know? It's a total mystery!