[ there's a visible CRINGE in vittore's throat as Gilgamesh brings up the FUCKING WINDOW incident again. Something he still regrets doing, not even being able to use the excuse of being tipsy due to his devil's constitution vs. alcohol. It had been one of the rudest things he's done in fine company and is... probably a good measure of how far he's come as a person that, if given the moment back, he'd have done something different as the person he is today.
He sighs, shaking off the feeling of returned embarrassment as he moves to join his friend at the table. Using a fork and knife on his salad instead of picking it up with his fingers like a hELLION--his attention going from cutting the vegetables into food, to cutting it up to be eaten in sizeable pieces. ]
Being extraordinary is not my forte. I keep to myself, I chase no spotlight. It is Zulius who is good at that sort of thing, not me. [ which is probably why he's so... unsure about this. The Zebra man was such a shining force of positive energy. Why would he want to choose a partner who has difficulty matching his energy? Wouldn't that be disappointing?
...Or perhaps it's a balance they both. Could use. He's tinkering away with the thoughts in his head now as he examines a piece of mozzerella, like it's the most interesting thing in the world; beads of olive oil sticking to the slightly rough surface where it was sliced. ]
...I suppose I could do a date. Truth be told. I have already accompanied him on two. [ but they were like. FRIEND dates, not. Romantic dates. So like. god, he doesn't know. Maybe they weren't. He's second guessing himself eight different ways now. ]
I could. Invite him out for dinner. And we can discuss where to move forward from there. That would be... harmless, yes?
[ maybe a bit boring, but. Vergil's never done this before. ]
no subject
He sighs, shaking off the feeling of returned embarrassment as he moves to join his friend at the table.
Using a fork and knife on his salad instead of picking it up with his fingers like a hELLION--his attention going from cutting the vegetables into food, to cutting it up to be eaten in sizeable pieces. ]
Being extraordinary is not my forte. I keep to myself, I chase no spotlight. It is Zulius who is good at that sort of thing, not me. [ which is probably why he's so... unsure about this. The Zebra man was such a shining force of positive energy. Why would he want to choose a partner who has difficulty matching his energy? Wouldn't that be disappointing?
...Or perhaps it's a balance they both. Could use. He's tinkering away with the thoughts in his head now as he examines a piece of mozzerella, like it's the most interesting thing in the world; beads of olive oil sticking to the slightly rough surface where it was sliced. ]
...I suppose I could do a date.
Truth be told.
I have already accompanied him on two. [ but they were like. FRIEND dates, not. Romantic dates. So like. god, he doesn't know. Maybe they weren't. He's second guessing himself eight different ways now. ]
I could. Invite him out for dinner. And we can discuss where to move forward from there.
That would be... harmless, yes?
[ maybe a bit boring, but. Vergil's never done this before. ]