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NAME

Vergilius

CIVILIAN_NAME

Red Gaze

TEAM

Brimstone

HOUSING_NUMBER

11

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[immortalpoet]

...Because that man is in the kitchen?

[Yeah, he can guess at it. Though he is absolutely still extremely dubious as he looks over at that "gift".]

What is that, Silco?

[zauneyete]

[ that "man", he unhelpfully thinks.]

Obviously.

[ He shakes it again, as if to demonstrate that it's sealed. Like he would poison you or something?? ]

Pre-packaged cookies. Supposedly they are quite popular right now. I suspected you didn't prefer sweet things any more than I did, but these seemed mild enough.

[ They're both too malnourished and bitter. Probably. ]

[immortalpoet]

Mildly sweet cookies.

[He repeats dryly, hesitantly. Sure, they did look pre-packaged and sweet as could be. Very normal. But its not normal coming from Silco.]

You could just leave them. Unless you're that lonely enough to share?

[zauneyete]

[ It isn't. To be fair, how bad these end up being might or might not be his fault. We can blame him anyway. He knows what he's doing.]

I could. [ He said, mildly. ]

But I don't have anything else going on -- do you?

[immortalpoet]

I don't.

[He admits. Unfortunately, he is between bodyguard jobs right now.]

You know, one might say you like me too much, Silco, if you search out this old man's company.

[zauneyete]

[ Sorry Verg, that just means he gets to spend time with Silco. Lucky him. ]

Oh, probably the same people who would say the same thing about you, with how you keep checking in on me.

[ Two can play at that game.

He tapped him on the shoulder with the foil packet, a twitch of a sharp little thing in his smile He can be disarming, but. Well. It's Silco, though Vergilius was unlikely to forget. ]

It sounds like you're stuck with me, then.

[ Which. Really just means he's slipping in without permission this time. The advantage of being small and thin, maybe. ]

[immortalpoet]

It's because you're like a barrel of firecrackers. You're liable to go off and take the rest of us with you.

[OBVIOUSLY. He's really going to do his best to have none of it, but- oh, there he goes, slipping in around him. Vergilius lets out a discontented noise, whipping around to try to grab him by the shoulder.]

Hey. Is this really about cookies?

[zauneyete]

[ Him? He's a perfectly reasonable person. It's everyone else that's wrong in this scenario. (No.)

Verg, thankfully, is stronger and faster than Silco could ever hope to be. So he simply stops, and lifts the shoulder under his hand. ]

Must I have an ulterior motive for everything? [ Yes. ]

[immortalpoet]

Silco. I think "ulterior motive" is your actual last name.

[SO YES.]

[Tugging him back towards the door...]

[zauneyete]

I don't have a last name.

[ Just to make it more pathetic.

He held up a hand. ]

Fine. You're right. Pleased with yourself?

[immortalpoet]

Tch. Don't like to be right, but...

[Releasing him right before the opening, just so he can get him to face him.]

What is the deal here?

[zauneyete]

[ and not so he can push him out, huh?

It's not hesitation that possesses him, but instead like he's trying to find a way to spin it. Say it in such a way that doesn't sound weak, or too honest. ]

I do not trust that there is not a plant somewhere in my quarters. Happy?

[immortalpoet]

So, you're so paranoid that you'd rather hang out with me? I would ask if you have friends, but....then again. You're you.

[Silco "NO FRIENDS" "ULTERIOR MOTIVE".]

[zauneyete]

[ He scoffed. Vergilius, i have bad news for you. ]

I do hate to break it to you — [ He says with a put-upon sigh (he doesn't) ] — but you know more about me than anybody here, save for the gods I arrived with. Interesting, isn't it?

[ plus... ]

[immortalpoet]

...

[....................Glances to the side.]

I would blame that on you.

[Ignores his own checking in....and otherwise.....................]

[zauneyete]

Would you?

[ Undaunted, he stepped closer to him, just right on the edge of what would be considered comfortable. Like it's a line he's aware of, and that his toes just brush against. Toy with the line there. ]

I thought you wanted to understand me.

[ He reached up, and pressed the foil packet to his chest. ]

Now eat a cookie with me and pretend like we're normal human beings.

[immortalpoet]

You and your damn cookies...

[He releases the most aggravated sigh in the world, half considering just to grab the man by the collar to toss him out like yesterday's trash.]

[He closes the door instead, pulling back towards the inside of the room.]

As if we could pretend we're normal at all.[And a gesture to the other chair at the table, as he sits himself with the worst slouch possible.] You go first.

[zauneyete]

I spent money on these. [ It's not really about the cookies, anyway. for them at least

He doesn't sit, but instead leaned against the end of the little table. ]

Sorry, you're right. How about barely functional, then?

[ He asked it with an eyeroll and a snap of the foil opening. He pulled one of them out, and handed the package to him. He snapped a piece off, the end, before he put it in his mouth.

Who the hell made cookies shaped like this? There was barely anything to eat. ]

[immortalpoet]

...

[He takes the foil, plucks out a cookie...]

[And then stares at Silco for a good long moment.]

These are barely cookies. Waste of money. [A beat.] Also? Swallow it.

[zauneyete]

[ Well now he knows that.

He rolled his eyes, and made a show of another chew before he swallowed. ]

And people call me paranoid? Are you that worried I'm going to poison you?

[immortalpoet]

Knowing you, it could be anything.

[But fine - now that he's confirmed Silco has indeed swallowed his piece, he will take a chomp.]

[...]

Its...fine. I guess. Still kind of small....

[zauneyete]

Knowing me? Please, wasn't I trying to hire you?

[ His lip curled, a hint of those teeth bared. He broke off another part and popped it into his mouth. He may not be a normal person either, but he can at least make an effort with enough motivation.

Sure, the motivation is that the demon who tried to eat his soul attacked him in his room and now he's messed up about it.

But still. ]

These might have been flying off the shelves, but... [ A shrug. ] They are hardly anything to write home about, are they? I suppose this just proves people are idiots.

[ He's so busy complaining, he doesn't really notice the slight rise in temperature. ]

[immortalpoet]

You also turned me into a vampire. That was a thing.

[Another bite of his own, snapping it between his teeth. There's something to the sensation of it, even if the taste is lacking.]

[No, this is nowhere near being normal. It's just a stupid cookie. Makes his stomach turn slightly, oddly.]

People really don't know what's quality. Get a proper cookie, for crying out loud.

[Vergilius sighs, glancing up at the man.]

So? Had your fun with me?

[zauneyete]

[ He doesn't even have the decency to look ashamed about the vampire thing. He's said his own piece about it — that he thinks he's without guilt (lol) — so instead he only lifts a single real eyebrow, and tipped his head with a silent smile. As if he's saying 'nobody's perfect'.

He ate the last piece of his stick, all snapped into neat little pieces. He's still standing, one leg crossed over the other. ]

Hardly.

[ The words come out a touch more automatically than he usually speaks. His ears are tinged pink at the tips. ]

So quick to kick me out? [ A soft tut. ] Even I was more hospitable.

[immortalpoet]

What a bastard you are.

[He finishes it, the last crunch a mild one. And that is that. Maybe he could eat more, but what would be the point?]

[Hardly, he says. A scoff from him, but his eyes shift to those ears, suddenly, like they're pulled there by a magnet.]

[They linger.]

....You're not the type to deserve hospitality. I think you know why.