[whenever and whereever klaus ultimately stumbles upon vergil, it's for certain not an accident— and he's quite inebriated once it does happen.]
Hhheyyy, [comes the overemphasized, too long drawl as he's sidling up beside him, one hand holding a drink – unnecessary, he doesn't need anymore! – while the fingertips of the other walk their way along vergil's upper-arm to his shoulder.] Fancy meeting you here, d— [don't do it, he warns, don't make a total ass outta yourself,] —arling.
[safe enough. hopefully, the moment's hesitation between can be mistaken for being more intoxicated than he'd thought. let's be honest, real credit should go to how put-together he still is, one partially loose braid aside.]
Didn't think you were the type for this. [for any sort of party, really. too much excitement and fun, after all. (good thing his brain overrides his mouth this time:)] Is it cool if I hang out here with you for a while? Are you enjoying yourself? [and how many more questions does he have in him? the answer is too many; it seems klaus's plan will be seizing the moment and filling it with ridiculous drunken conversation, so r i p to vergil if he'd ever thought he was gonna get off easy in a situation such as this.]
[ You know, he was having...a not-terrible time. Dante is nowhere to be seen, which likely means he's either making trouble for someone somewhere or actually behaving for once. The last time Vergil had seen Nero, the boy had still looked utterly exasperated by his suit, but the tie had still been intact. No sign of the clone or the shadow, but they were... relatively quiet. At least, as far as he was aware. So perhaps Vergil had felt comfortable enough to pick up a drink of his own, and very slowly sip at it.
He hears Klaus before he sees him, raises an eyebrow at the hand walking its way up his arm. As soon as that d- leaves his mouth, Vergil finds himself wondering if he's about to stab Nero's friend — before the sound veers away into a different word, and that eyebrow climbs even further.
From what he's seen, it's an impressive amount of restraint. Hm. ]
Well. If everyone else is enjoying themselves, I suppose it can't hurt to find out what all the fuss is.
[ Vergil is standing in a blue suit that does absolute wonders for his eyes, let's be honest, with sharp black shoes and a long scarf that mirrors the embroidery on his regular coat. There's actual care put into the way his hair is slicked back, though there is one obnoxiously short lock that keeps falling over his forehead a bit. And, of course, his sword is absolutely tied at his waist. He gestures with his half-empty glass before taking a sip and casting his eyes about the room. ]
Something tells me that even if I were to dismiss you, you wouldn't truly leave. [ And while he could certainly fix that with a well-placed slash, he doesn't really find himself in the mood to. Klaus hasn't done anything to deserve it. Yet. ] As for whether I'm enjoying myself? Well. I suppose we'll find out, won't we?
You certainly seem to be having a blast, on the other hand.
[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!
[ Oh Klaus isn't ruining the evening — yet. The night is still young, after all. Vergil does not know what to make of the hand on his shoulder, and the look he gives it is both perplexed and disdainful. There's the overpowering temptation to sever it at the wrist, though he knows he shouldn't. Klaus doesn't pose a threat — that much, at least, is certain, so to maim him for such a minor transgression seems... excessive, to say the least.
He'll allow it. For now. Watch yourself, Klaus.
...hm. He seems to be getting soft in his old age. Terrible. Perhaps he should kill Klaus. He'll debate about it, Vergil decides, as he takes another sip of his wine, though there's a bit of a hum at those words. ]
Indeed it did. Yet satisfaction seemed to bring it back, I've heard.
[ An old adage, one he'd delighted in teaching himself about as a child. Curiosity killing the cat, being a jack of all trades, the blood of the covenant. Unfortunate, really, how uncommon the full quotes are these days.
(Shut up, thinking that doesn't make him old.)
Vergil scoffs at the comment about his drink raises an eyebrow as he glances down at the glass. ]
Somehow, I find it hard to believe you may be searching very hard for an alternative. Call it... a hunch. [ Also just your general... everything. Sorry not sorry!! ] I believe I saw some children running around — have you tried their table? I believe you may find some non-alcoholic refreshments there.
[perplexity he can handle. disdain is something else entirely, an expression that makes his own features waver somewhat, but he corrects that before it's too noticeable, urging his lips back upward in a partial smirk. and seriously, it's klaus, how threatening could he really be? especially to someone like vergil, who's skilled with a sword in ways he couldn't even imagine.
trust though, if he could watch himself, he'd do it allll day.
color him surprised (yet also not) at vergil knowing the other half of the saying. klaus's smile brightens again, coupled with a quiet laugh, his hand finally withdrawing to push his hair back and out of his face again.] Holy hell, brains and brawn? Be still my heart.
[he even clutches the left side of his chest for emphasis, unable to help another chuckle. despite his joking, he is actually impressed that vergil knows, almost opens his mouth to make another comment, but hesitates when he considers the probable inappropriateness of it.
(no, it doesn't make him old at all! more knowledgeable, honestly, in klaus's opinion.)
peering into the almost empty cup makes him pout. maybe he should slow down? if not, he ought to at least try filling it with something else besides whatever's strongest.] Good hunch! [it's fair, it completely, utterly is. he snorts, cocks his thumb up and aims the index finger toward vergil in a halfhearted fingergun.] Think they have apple juice? That's my favorite.
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Hhheyyy, [comes the overemphasized, too long drawl as he's sidling up beside him, one hand holding a drink – unnecessary, he doesn't need anymore! – while the fingertips of the other walk their way along vergil's upper-arm to his shoulder.] Fancy meeting you here, d— [don't do it, he warns, don't make a total ass outta yourself,] —arling.
[safe enough. hopefully, the moment's hesitation between can be mistaken for being more intoxicated than he'd thought. let's be honest, real credit should go to how put-together he still is, one partially loose braid aside.]
Didn't think you were the type for this. [for any sort of party, really. too much excitement and fun, after all. (good thing his brain overrides his mouth this time:)] Is it cool if I hang out here with you for a while? Are you enjoying yourself? [and how many more questions does he have in him? the answer is too many; it seems klaus's plan will be seizing the moment and filling it with ridiculous drunken conversation, so r i p to vergil if he'd ever thought he was gonna get off easy in a situation such as this.]
oh no, klaus you disaster
He hears Klaus before he sees him, raises an eyebrow at the hand walking its way up his arm. As soon as that d- leaves his mouth, Vergil finds himself wondering if he's about to stab Nero's friend — before the sound veers away into a different word, and that eyebrow climbs even further.
From what he's seen, it's an impressive amount of restraint. Hm. ]
Well. If everyone else is enjoying themselves, I suppose it can't hurt to find out what all the fuss is.
[ Vergil is standing in a blue suit that does absolute wonders for his eyes, let's be honest, with sharp black shoes and a long scarf that mirrors the embroidery on his regular coat. There's actual care put into the way his hair is slicked back, though there is one obnoxiously short lock that keeps falling over his forehead a bit. And, of course, his sword is absolutely tied at his waist. He gestures with his half-empty glass before taking a sip and casting his eyes about the room. ]
Something tells me that even if I were to dismiss you, you wouldn't truly leave. [ And while he could certainly fix that with a well-placed slash, he doesn't really find himself in the mood to. Klaus hasn't done anything to deserve it. Yet. ] As for whether I'm enjoying myself? Well. I suppose we'll find out, won't we?
You certainly seem to be having a blast, on the other hand.
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!
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He'll allow it. For now. Watch yourself, Klaus.
...hm. He seems to be getting soft in his old age. Terrible. Perhaps he should kill Klaus. He'll debate about it, Vergil decides, as he takes another sip of his wine, though there's a bit of a hum at those words. ]
Indeed it did. Yet satisfaction seemed to bring it back, I've heard.
[ An old adage, one he'd delighted in teaching himself about as a child. Curiosity killing the cat, being a jack of all trades, the blood of the covenant. Unfortunate, really, how uncommon the full quotes are these days.
(Shut up, thinking that doesn't make him old.)
Vergil scoffs at the comment about his drink raises an eyebrow as he glances down at the glass. ]
Somehow, I find it hard to believe you may be searching very hard for an alternative. Call it... a hunch. [ Also just your general... everything. Sorry not sorry!! ] I believe I saw some children running around — have you tried their table? I believe you may find some non-alcoholic refreshments there.
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trust though, if he could watch himself, he'd do it allll day.
color him surprised (yet also not) at vergil knowing the other half of the saying. klaus's smile brightens again, coupled with a quiet laugh, his hand finally withdrawing to push his hair back and out of his face again.] Holy hell, brains and brawn? Be still my heart.
[he even clutches the left side of his chest for emphasis, unable to help another chuckle. despite his joking, he is actually impressed that vergil knows, almost opens his mouth to make another comment, but hesitates when he considers the probable inappropriateness of it.
(no, it doesn't make him old at all! more knowledgeable, honestly, in klaus's opinion.)
peering into the almost empty cup makes him pout. maybe he should slow down? if not, he ought to at least try filling it with something else besides whatever's strongest.] Good hunch! [it's fair, it completely, utterly is. he snorts, cocks his thumb up and aims the index finger toward vergil in a halfhearted fingergun.] Think they have apple juice? That's my favorite.
[why get offended when he can play along?]