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Little to do with exerting yourself. More to do with making sure you do not fall off the statue trying to do some complicated hanging-on while decorating.
I am not sure you have my kind of regeneration.

[ you could just say you're worried about zulius getting hurt, vergil. ]

I ... ... I realise late that I could have worded it better, but perhaps the image of a dozen squirrels being trained to use gold leaf is. Amusing enough an image that I will not backtrack on it, nor be flustered by it.

Rather, I meant that, before the industrial revolution, making fine-tipped brushes for work like gold leafing items was difficult--unless you could get your hands on a squirrel tail.
Their fur was -- exclusively -- the best kind for handling gold leaf. Anything made using gilding that is dated before the industrial revolution was likely made using a squirrel's tail.

[Zulius casts him a look, raising one, slow eyebrow.]

...Is that your weird, anal way of saying you don't want me to get hurt?

[He's just gonna call Vergil out on that one. Because he can. He snorts lightly.]

You can enjoy that mental image. Just lots of little painting squirrels being controlled like, a Disney Princess or something.

[He listens while Vergil gives the historically accurate explanation. It's exactly the level of nerdy he's come to expect from the other man, but it IS interesting. If a tiny bit morbid.]

I think I prefer my take, but wow, really? I did not know squirrel tails were that fine. They always kinda look like bottle brushes to me. But consider me educated. Thanks, Babe, one day I'm gonna have enough random info in here [he taps the side of his head] that I can totes win at Trivial Pursuit and I can thank you for it.

Edited 2023-09-17 19:35 (UTC)

[ Zulius is responded to with the most pregnant of pauses, where Vergil is so focused in colouring little golden flecks into the visible parts of Zhongli's hair that he pretends that he didn't hear being called out right to his face.

He moves to switch paints and he catches the others' gaze, and he huffs out a sigh. ]

I do not want half the city coming after me because I was inadequate in making sure you did not break your legs by way of falling off a giant statue. [ read; yes, that IS his weird anal way of saying he doesn't want you to get hurt. Moving On. ]

Perhaps that is what I am gearing you up for. I have few friends. Perhaps I need a partner for a game night. One that can outsmart both Dante and Nero.

[Zulius will keep applying the gold leaf, waiting for Vergil to decide how he is going to respond to the whole calling-out thing. Once he does, he turns to give him a smirk. ]

Well, golly gosh, Mr. Vittore, that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me! I'm touched.

[He hums lightly to himself as he goes back to bling-ing up the cube. ]

OH, I see how it is. All these random facts you've been dropping on me is just training me up so you can claim victory over your family. You know what, I am totesgame for that. Dante doesn't strike me as someone who takes losing well. Might be funny to watch.

[ having finished with the hair, Vergil will go about starting on the tattoos on Zhongli's arms--using a pencil to sketch out the angled and intricate tattoos he remembers seeing on the man's arms the day he'd been rescued by the dragonlike man. ]

I would hope it isn't, half because I am worried about the people you keep and if they truly have not said anything kind to you before--and half because I am hardly sweet.

[ he is like a cup of espresso, bitter and strong. something like that. ]

A man should use every advantage they can take, can they not. It is not foul play to make sure one has the best shot at winning.

[Zulius casts him a sidelong glance, in the driest tone known to man:]

There's this magical thing called sarcasm, Darling. You should look it up sometime. It'll open worlds for you.

[He turns back to finish off the cube, but with a playful, sing-song tone:]

Nice to know you'd worry about people being not kind to me, though.

[He finishes up the cube, trying to decide what to do... oh, who is he kidding, he's going right to painting that glorious bare chest. ]

Oooooh, I like that. I'm more than happy to be your advantage against your fam.

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