[ 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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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?]