[Vergil politely pretends not to have heard the rough language. Or rather, he doesn't make a big deal out of it and in doing so, likely seems to be politely pretending he did not hear. He's heard far worse and more colorful language fly out of his son's mouth, but unlike Nero, Vergil is not unfamiliar with the concept of a woman from Fortuna swearing courtesy of Nero's mother when she got wound up about something. So, it's hardly scandalizing to hear Kyrie swear at all, never mind such a tepid damn. Contrary to how red she appears to be over it.]
[Vergil glances up at the offer of a refill for his mug of tea and shakes his head a little.]
No, I'm fine. I just poured myself a cup not that long ago.
]Which is the truth. He is not making it up so as to not inconvenience her, nor is he yet a victim of losing track of time after becoming too engrossed in his book. He's only been sat for a minute or two before Kyrie set foot out of the bedroom.]
[Vergil puts his gaze back in the pages in front of him, but does not actually read. Which is fine. It's Little Women again. He's read it half a dozen times since bringing it home the day after Kyrie's arrival. It's enough that anyone paying attention to his voracious reading habits might assume it odd he appears to still be reading it while he tears through a number of library books between readings rather than recognizing it as separate readings. He doesn't really need to read it right this instant. Slowly he looks to Kyrie again and...chooses to close the book and set it beside his breakfast. Vergil remains uncertain as hell about this, especially without Nero as a buffer. So, he still uses the aforementioned breakfast as a distraction from his nerves in trying to make some semblance of conversation when his skills in small talk leave so much to be desired. Vergil picks at the food a bit, mulling over what to say. It's better than keeping his nose firmly in the book, he reminds himself. It's not sending the incorrect message that he does not wish to talk to her at least. He steals a glance at her again, steeling himself for trying to make conversation happen.]
[Why must it be so difficult?]
Did you give up on trying to wake Nero this early? [Vergil would find it odd for him to be up this early, but Kyrie appears dressed already. It suggests there's a plan for the morning at the very least, and it seems unlikely to Vergil that she would not pry the youngest descendant of Sparda from bed for whatever it is rather than going alone if that's what it took.] He sleeps just as heavily as his uncle.
[Unlike Vergil who remains a fairly light sleeper when not ill albeit not as a light of a sleeper as he was a year ago.]
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[Vergil glances up at the offer of a refill for his mug of tea and shakes his head a little.]
No, I'm fine. I just poured myself a cup not that long ago.
]Which is the truth. He is not making it up so as to not inconvenience her, nor is he yet a victim of losing track of time after becoming too engrossed in his book. He's only been sat for a minute or two before Kyrie set foot out of the bedroom.]
[Vergil puts his gaze back in the pages in front of him, but does not actually read. Which is fine. It's Little Women again. He's read it half a dozen times since bringing it home the day after Kyrie's arrival. It's enough that anyone paying attention to his voracious reading habits might assume it odd he appears to still be reading it while he tears through a number of library books between readings rather than recognizing it as separate readings. He doesn't really need to read it right this instant. Slowly he looks to Kyrie again and...chooses to close the book and set it beside his breakfast. Vergil remains uncertain as hell about this, especially without Nero as a buffer. So, he still uses the aforementioned breakfast as a distraction from his nerves in trying to make some semblance of conversation when his skills in small talk leave so much to be desired. Vergil picks at the food a bit, mulling over what to say. It's better than keeping his nose firmly in the book, he reminds himself. It's not sending the incorrect message that he does not wish to talk to her at least. He steals a glance at her again, steeling himself for trying to make conversation happen.]
[Why must it be so difficult?]
Did you give up on trying to wake Nero this early? [Vergil would find it odd for him to be up this early, but Kyrie appears dressed already. It suggests there's a plan for the morning at the very least, and it seems unlikely to Vergil that she would not pry the youngest descendant of Sparda from bed for whatever it is rather than going alone if that's what it took.] He sleeps just as heavily as his uncle.
[Unlike Vergil who remains a fairly light sleeper when not ill albeit not as a light of a sleeper as he was a year ago.]