A day with only V on Vergil's agenda—no training with Nero, no comparing notes on books with Kyrie, no time spent with his partner. Vergil has more connections, even should they sometimes have similarly light schedules in Folkmore. The restriction on their time together is only V's schedule, something that gives V a polite way to exit should he need it. He's loathe to depend on it, however, as Vergil is as likely to see through him as he is to see through Vergil.
He doesn't leap up to go immediately. V sets the book aside and considers his day. Whatever happens, however things go with Vergil, it's best they part ways afterward. So he will be out through lunch, so he'll need to buy or summon his food. Probably. V rises and moves toward the kitchen to check out leftovers in the fridge he might bring with him. He's not picky, and the food here is quite good on average.
He glances sideways at Vergil at the reference that V's familiars, not only Griffon, will need to behave. The bird can bother most people, so V takes that into account for when he allows Griffon free to roam and when he accepts being tormented in his own head as the cost for not allowing it more often. It really slows down his reading sometimes. However, the library is not a place for Griffon to be allowed free. Also, Vergil prefers Griffon not to be out all the time at home. His head can be quite the noisy place.
It is probably best none of them are out if the conversation turns the way V expects. Yet he doubts that's what Vergil means. Vergil would not demand that for his own sake, so there's definitely some third party involved, even if it's only the cats at Catfe.
He pulls out a container and an ice pack. V packs them into his bag. It'll stay good long enough. That's all he needs to be ready, and waiting for bad things to happen makes them feel like they take forever. "I'm ready."
While V readies himself to head out, Vergil does the same by collecting Yamato and his coat. True to his word, once V indicates he's ready, Vergil steps out of the house. He keeps a slower pace than he would normally walk, trying to be mindful that V's stamina will only last for so long even if it is not the least bit likely he will be exhausted by this walk alone. Vergil does not reach for any semblance of conversation as they walk. At most, Vergil spares a glance or two towards V when they first begin walking, making certain his pace is not too much before his attention is on the path ahead of them.
Walking side by side, people could be excused for missing the similarities between them. V hunches, not at his full height, and his gait reflects the way he leans on and uses his cane. He's thin, gaunt even, and no amount of moisturizer will fix all the cracks subtly marking his skin. It's how he's coming apart, an act ever in process and never reaching its conclusion. Vergil, however, is strong, solid, and tall. He emanates an energy that says not to fuck with him in a way that doesn't stick with V. It helped him get rich in a matter of days, to pay Dante's fees, but it's a continued annoyance here in Folkmore.
He says nothing when Vergil says nothing. The silence, in and of itself, means little. Neither of them are partial to small talk. V uses that conversational technique only to gain enough spoons to live and usually with strangers or acquaintances. Not Vergil. He's sooner get impaled on Yamato.
"Slowly but surely," V answers. "Though I haven't finished your books, I've taken to rereading some as I go along. I get more out of them the second time."
And more, after he's read a few more books. They continue to hold new ideas, new worlds, in only turns of phrase he could never derive on his own. It's one of the greater pleasures he's found here, a good use of his time.
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He doesn't leap up to go immediately. V sets the book aside and considers his day. Whatever happens, however things go with Vergil, it's best they part ways afterward. So he will be out through lunch, so he'll need to buy or summon his food. Probably. V rises and moves toward the kitchen to check out leftovers in the fridge he might bring with him. He's not picky, and the food here is quite good on average.
He glances sideways at Vergil at the reference that V's familiars, not only Griffon, will need to behave. The bird can bother most people, so V takes that into account for when he allows Griffon free to roam and when he accepts being tormented in his own head as the cost for not allowing it more often. It really slows down his reading sometimes. However, the library is not a place for Griffon to be allowed free. Also, Vergil prefers Griffon not to be out all the time at home. His head can be quite the noisy place.
It is probably best none of them are out if the conversation turns the way V expects. Yet he doubts that's what Vergil means. Vergil would not demand that for his own sake, so there's definitely some third party involved, even if it's only the cats at Catfe.
He pulls out a container and an ice pack. V packs them into his bag. It'll stay good long enough. That's all he needs to be ready, and waiting for bad things to happen makes them feel like they take forever. "I'm ready."
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He breaks the silence eventually.
"How has your reading been?"
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He says nothing when Vergil says nothing. The silence, in and of itself, means little. Neither of them are partial to small talk. V uses that conversational technique only to gain enough spoons to live and usually with strangers or acquaintances. Not Vergil. He's sooner get impaled on Yamato.
"Slowly but surely," V answers. "Though I haven't finished your books, I've taken to rereading some as I go along. I get more out of them the second time."
And more, after he's read a few more books. They continue to hold new ideas, new worlds, in only turns of phrase he could never derive on his own. It's one of the greater pleasures he's found here, a good use of his time.