[Normally, spending the night with Mizu means a later start to his day. Or, well, a later official start to his day. Both of them still wake around the same time as they would without the other, but Vergil's tendency is to linger with Mizu in bed for just a little longer. He needn't come up with excuses for it, of course, but he supplies her with a seemingly endless list of them anyways. None of them are believable as viable reasons to loiter about in bed, and whatever arguments she makes are just as flimsy as his excuses. But this morning, he woke to a message from Nero that he hardly knows how to process beyond feeling his heart drop to his stomach.]
[He knew better than to believe that Kyrie's ignorance would last long. Nero is nothing if not honest, and she would want answers from Nero to questions she likely hadn't felt comfortable prying into during her time with Vergil sooner rather than later. But still, an uneasiness settled over him quickly alongside a destroyed, stupid hope that he might have had a little longer with her before needing to delve into such matters.]
[He stays in bed only long enough for Mizu's eyes to also open. Much as he doesn't need to explain the reasons for staying in bed, neither does he really need to explain why he must go this morning, but he does anyways. She understood and he drew some comfort from that understanding, but it dissipated before the train even reached the mountains.]
[He's frozen now. Just outside the front door, hand slightly raised from by his side to reach for the doorknob. He flexes his fingers a few times, trying to will his arm to raise just a little further so he can get his hand on the doorknob and then he can set about willing his legs to move forward and take those steps forward. Nothing really works as far as tricking himself into doing it, not even trying to assure himself that he may still yet possess a few hours because Kyrie isn't likely awake yet given that she was seemingly coming down with a cold and whatever...the night's activities entailed. It's frustrating if not altogether maddening just how difficult the task of opening the door feels. Vergil glares at the doorknob as though it committed some sort of personal offense towards him before closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath. Holding it for a just a second or two, Vergil opens his eyes and slowly lets the breath go as he opens the door and steps inside to the quiet house.]
[Looking across from the entryway to the other side of the living room, he sees that Nero's (and now Kyrie's) bedroom door is closed. He breathes a small sigh of relief as he steps into the living room with the intention of turning towards his own bedroom except... Vergil stops where he is. There's a pair of eyes on him. He stands ramrod straight and still save the slight turn of his head. She's not in his peripheral vision, but he knows she's standing there somewhere in vicinity of the kitchen.]
[He walks to the couch rather than his bedroom, setting Yamato to lean against it before turning towards kitchen. Vergil looks at the floor rather than into the kitchen proper, resting his hand on the back of the couch, brushing and picking at imaginary dirt to keep from fidgeting any further.]
[It has been...odd. The adjustment to Kyrie being in the house, that is.]
[From the moment Vergil found her wandering about in Wintermute, Vergil knew that sooner or later, they would need to have a conversation about matters. There could be no real path forward without addressing what came before. It just came about a little sooner than he anticipated, and it turns out that no amount of mentally preparing himself even before she arrived was ever going to be sufficient. But he got through it. They both did.]
[Except things did not feel quite as resolved as Vergil hoped they might be afterwards. And for as much as Vergil trusted Nero when he said that Kyrie wanted to get to know him, Vergil struggled in making himself available for such a thing. It was less of a stonewalling, however, as it was that Vergil found it difficult to be so at ease in her presence. Some part of him could not help but wait for the other shoe to drop. For her mind to be more firmly made up, and for it not to be in his favor. So, while Vergil was present for dinners on nights that he intended to be home, he never stayed for conversation. On some occasions, he may have offered her some tea while the process of making his own, but Vergil didn't hang about after serving her a cup. There were notes on the fridge written in his tidy handwriting of items that would need restocking when Vergil knew Kyrie intended to do the shopping, but he never said a word of it to her directly.]
[And then Vergil became ill. And suddenly that tenuous albeit peaceful coexistence was somewhat forced into something a little more direct. Which ended up not being so terrible in the end. Vergil expressed his gratitude for Kyrie's contributions in making sure he was relatively comfortable and well-fed came in the form of a neat stack of books he thought she might like based upon what information he could get out of Nero before he began a monologue on her virtues again. His method of delivery remained indirect, of course, but he didn't imagine Kyrie would have a difficult time figuring out who did it if such a thing mattered to her. (After all, Nero would have given her the books directly and Dante's tastes in literature lean towards magazines.) And it appears that it did because she did eventually get a chance to thank him. Directly and with his subsequent clumsy and somewhat awkward acknowledgement of her gratitude before retreating to the sanctity of his room once more.]
[That was a few days ago, and little else has occurred since then until now.]
[Summer rains are nothing new for Epiphany. The summer months would be uncomfortably sticky and humid without the frequent rains to break it up. But the humidity this year, particularly this month, feels stronger than Vergil remembers from the year prior. It's most certainly connected to the excessive amount of thunderstorms that continue to roll through the region (and other parts of Folkmore) almost daily. And it would seem today is shaping up to be another with bands of storms if how dark the sky was when Vergil awoke was any indication. He opted to navigate the dark of the living room, but turned on the kitchen lights to make his breakfast. Pointless as it seemed given the rolls of not-so distant thunder, Vergil kept the noise down while making his breakfast and cleaning up along the way all the same. Dante sleeps like the dead and Nero is nearly just as bad, but he still hasn't gauged how light a sleeper Kyrie might be or if she has a sensitivity to noises in the house while filtering out sounds outside of it.]
[To avoid turning on more lights in the house, Vergil is seated at the kitchen island with his breakfast and a book when Nero and Kyrie's bedroom door opens. The footfalls preceding it opening sound too light to be Nero, but he still glances over his shoulder nonetheless to confirm it.]
Good morning, Kyrie. [He's consistent about greeting her even if Vergil doesn't tend to leap at the chance for additional conversation. This morning seems to be more of that as he turns his attention back to his book. However, he does not actually settle back into reading as immediately as he intended. Vergil glances at her again instead before adding.] If you would like tea, the water in the kettle should still be hot enough.
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[He knew better than to believe that Kyrie's ignorance would last long. Nero is nothing if not honest, and she would want answers from Nero to questions she likely hadn't felt comfortable prying into during her time with Vergil sooner rather than later. But still, an uneasiness settled over him quickly alongside a destroyed, stupid hope that he might have had a little longer with her before needing to delve into such matters.]
[He stays in bed only long enough for Mizu's eyes to also open. Much as he doesn't need to explain the reasons for staying in bed, neither does he really need to explain why he must go this morning, but he does anyways. She understood and he drew some comfort from that understanding, but it dissipated before the train even reached the mountains.]
[He's frozen now. Just outside the front door, hand slightly raised from by his side to reach for the doorknob. He flexes his fingers a few times, trying to will his arm to raise just a little further so he can get his hand on the doorknob and then he can set about willing his legs to move forward and take those steps forward. Nothing really works as far as tricking himself into doing it, not even trying to assure himself that he may still yet possess a few hours because Kyrie isn't likely awake yet given that she was seemingly coming down with a cold and whatever...the night's activities entailed. It's frustrating if not altogether maddening just how difficult the task of opening the door feels. Vergil glares at the doorknob as though it committed some sort of personal offense towards him before closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath. Holding it for a just a second or two, Vergil opens his eyes and slowly lets the breath go as he opens the door and steps inside to the quiet house.]
[Looking across from the entryway to the other side of the living room, he sees that Nero's (and now Kyrie's) bedroom door is closed. He breathes a small sigh of relief as he steps into the living room with the intention of turning towards his own bedroom except... Vergil stops where he is. There's a pair of eyes on him. He stands ramrod straight and still save the slight turn of his head. She's not in his peripheral vision, but he knows she's standing there somewhere in vicinity of the kitchen.]
[He walks to the couch rather than his bedroom, setting Yamato to lean against it before turning towards kitchen. Vergil looks at the floor rather than into the kitchen proper, resting his hand on the back of the couch, brushing and picking at imaginary dirt to keep from fidgeting any further.]
He said you wished to hear me out.
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sometime in june idk i'm not a calendar, man
[From the moment Vergil found her wandering about in Wintermute, Vergil knew that sooner or later, they would need to have a conversation about matters. There could be no real path forward without addressing what came before. It just came about a little sooner than he anticipated, and it turns out that no amount of mentally preparing himself even before she arrived was ever going to be sufficient. But he got through it. They both did.]
[Except things did not feel quite as resolved as Vergil hoped they might be afterwards. And for as much as Vergil trusted Nero when he said that Kyrie wanted to get to know him, Vergil struggled in making himself available for such a thing. It was less of a stonewalling, however, as it was that Vergil found it difficult to be so at ease in her presence. Some part of him could not help but wait for the other shoe to drop. For her mind to be more firmly made up, and for it not to be in his favor. So, while Vergil was present for dinners on nights that he intended to be home, he never stayed for conversation. On some occasions, he may have offered her some tea while the process of making his own, but Vergil didn't hang about after serving her a cup. There were notes on the fridge written in his tidy handwriting of items that would need restocking when Vergil knew Kyrie intended to do the shopping, but he never said a word of it to her directly.]
[And then Vergil became ill. And suddenly that tenuous albeit peaceful coexistence was somewhat forced into something a little more direct. Which ended up not being so terrible in the end. Vergil expressed his gratitude for Kyrie's contributions in making sure he was relatively comfortable and well-fed came in the form of a neat stack of books he thought she might like based upon what information he could get out of Nero before he began a monologue on her virtues again. His method of delivery remained indirect, of course, but he didn't imagine Kyrie would have a difficult time figuring out who did it if such a thing mattered to her. (After all, Nero would have given her the books directly and Dante's tastes in literature lean towards magazines.) And it appears that it did because she did eventually get a chance to thank him. Directly and with his subsequent clumsy and somewhat awkward acknowledgement of her gratitude before retreating to the sanctity of his room once more.]
[That was a few days ago, and little else has occurred since then until now.]
[Summer rains are nothing new for Epiphany. The summer months would be uncomfortably sticky and humid without the frequent rains to break it up. But the humidity this year, particularly this month, feels stronger than Vergil remembers from the year prior. It's most certainly connected to the excessive amount of thunderstorms that continue to roll through the region (and other parts of Folkmore) almost daily. And it would seem today is shaping up to be another with bands of storms if how dark the sky was when Vergil awoke was any indication. He opted to navigate the dark of the living room, but turned on the kitchen lights to make his breakfast. Pointless as it seemed given the rolls of not-so distant thunder, Vergil kept the noise down while making his breakfast and cleaning up along the way all the same. Dante sleeps like the dead and Nero is nearly just as bad, but he still hasn't gauged how light a sleeper Kyrie might be or if she has a sensitivity to noises in the house while filtering out sounds outside of it.]
[To avoid turning on more lights in the house, Vergil is seated at the kitchen island with his breakfast and a book when Nero and Kyrie's bedroom door opens. The footfalls preceding it opening sound too light to be Nero, but he still glances over his shoulder nonetheless to confirm it.]
Good morning, Kyrie. [He's consistent about greeting her even if Vergil doesn't tend to leap at the chance for additional conversation. This morning seems to be more of that as he turns his attention back to his book. However, he does not actually settle back into reading as immediately as he intended. Vergil glances at her again instead before adding.] If you would like tea, the water in the kettle should still be hot enough.
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