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username: dark slayer | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
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Ah, yes. Put the pool in my inexplicable magic teapot. I'll blindfold the poolboy and pay him extra not to ask questions.
[ he watches Vergil as he flicks through information, arms folded as he gives the man some peace to observe the amenities and the potential of the failed condominium project. something warm curls in him as he murmurs about this and that, already beginning to visualize out the space, and Gilgamesh thinks that he's done something right.
it's odd to do that for someone else's benefit?
because frankly, if he steps back and weighs everything out; the cost, the returns, none of this makes sense for him to do. he'll barely feel the pain of buying the property in full, and yet, Gilgamesh is usually more guarded about the usage of his money--he spends as he's pleased to spend, but he's always well under the limits of what interest and other investments will bring back to this.
one of his bank accounts might actually need time to recover and be regrown because of this.
it's utterly inane, and yet, Gilgamesh is set that he's going to do it, if only... if only for the chance to see Vergil's pleasure, for just a moment. Vergil murmurs about the price, and Gilgamesh reaches up to tip Vergil's face up to look at him, arching a brow slowly. ]
Vergil. The price is irrelevant. It's my concern, not yours. If the place pleases you, it will be yours to have barring any major issues in the structure.
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he'd hate to admit it, but he's growing a little excited at the idea of a new place. Even if he had happily settled into this one.
He looks up at gilgamesh with an expression somewhere between... uncertainty and gratitude.
actually reaching out to touch his arm, vaguely, as his fingers tap the tip of his chin.
what an odd feeling this is. Hm. Time to think about it for a week. ]
If you are truly willing to go forward with something like this, then I would accept. On the basis that I do certainly need something bigger with Dante and Nero in the picture. ...And if they are going to have common visitors all the time. I had not planned on getting two new family members upon arriving here.
[ and another pause. ]
Nor did I count on getting quite so many friends who would also need a place to stay during their visits. Long or short.
So with grace, I will accept--and thank you.
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he hides a smile and closes his eyes, preparing to stand up, to excuse himself with some grand, inane declaration, having done what he'd come to do, and what with Vergil needing his time and space to recuperate...
... so it's strange when the man touches his arm, and Gil's not quite fast enough to hide the look of bafflement that crosses his expression at the unexpected contact. Vergil tries to give him an out, and he rolls his eyes, giving the most imperious, put-upon expression he can muster. ]
I do not make offers I do not intend to honor. You should know this of me by now. I've already had my brokers on standby, waiting for me to pass word of what property I intend to purchase--it's the least I can do, as you've metamorphosed into such a social butterfly.
I do reserve the right to wander around in a small robe, however. There'll be plenty of space for me to do so without offending your delicate sensibilities in a space like that, after all.
[ because every gift has to have some small, however playful, hook. sincerity chokes like black mud, or silt-rich water. ]
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[he turns his head to look at him, then giving a small, vague shrug with one shoulder.
He doesn't move his hand off of the man right away, but after the man assures him that he plans to go through with this--there really isn't any stopping it, is there? He would have to make plans to start moving. ...And he'd be able to let Nero he's welcome to come stay with them for the forseeable future.
He scoffs, though, at the implication that the other would be able to do as he pleases. He sighs and shakes his head. ]
I have not metamorphosed into any such thing. I will never be a social butterfly. But I suppose I will have to prepare to have...
....friends.
[ what a huge step forward, honestly. ]
And I suppose if you are buying me the entire space.
I can tolerate you walking about in your unfortunate choice of daywear-- Or, rather, lack thereof.
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[ it's--hilarious, really?
he's still as Vergil touches him, permitting it without much of a fuss--letting Vergil realize just how much space he'll be coming into, how much that will enable him to grow, to spread his wings metaphysically and literally..
he smirks at the roll of the eyes, arms folding over his chest as Vergil acquiesces, and doesn't, and everything feels... all right. ]
Perhaps not a social butterfly. Perhaps some sort of agreeable moth.
[ a massive step forward. it's so odd to hear the man say that word of his own volition. ]
As you should. My presence is a present, as is my general appearance. Some people have begged me to pay me for such a privilege, you know.
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[ that may have been partially why he'd hired wolfwood in the first place. People who dealt in old, precious items could be sketchy and underhanded sometimes, after all. ]
...Agreeable moth suits. I actually quite like that metaphor, all things considered.
[ old clothes and books, it suited him well enough. ]
I could make a snide quip here that if people would pay you to walk about in the mostly-nude, why not go stay with them.
I am sure it is because their personae are irritating to deal with, compared to mine.