I wouldn't even know where to begin to attempt to locate a magical landscaper. Do you put requests into an online forum in code? What if you accidentally hire, say, a hitman, or an escort? [ the concept is delightfully absurd, and Gilgamesh entertains himself with that as Vergil goes through a sort of internal, emotional journey, something like pleasure swimming through his veins.
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. ]
I believe I have hired a hitman as my gopher, as well as a modern day Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. So I have no idea. Hiring people off the Libra app is always rolling some sort of Dice, Gil.
[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.
Just think; if anyone ever reneges on payment, you can send your dark, mysterious preacher and his ridiculously large gun to politely inform them as to the terms of your contract.
[ 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.
I am partway certain, that when Wolfwood shows up to deliver or pick up items on my behalf, it is an unsaid suggestion that my delivery man looks enough like a hitman that they do not consider pulling anything shady.
[ 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.
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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.
no subject
[ 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.