When Mizu stares at him from the door, Vergil says nothing. The silence isn't discomforting given that neither Mizu nor Vergil are ones for idle chatter, but it feels oddly...prolonged. So, his brow furrows slightly as he begins to wonder if he's going to need to step in with getting the door and ushering Mizu to his bed. But the swordsman seems to shake out of his stupor long enough to get the door open and has just enough sense to know where he needs to go. Vergil follows Mizu inside, opting to leave the balcony door open and allow a bit of fresh air into the studio apartment. He doesn't care much about the blood on his floor or the blood that's surely to be on his bed after Mizu rests upon it. He can clean the blood on the floor later after Mizu is settled, and his bedding is ultimately washable. Never mind it doesn't see much use anyway. Vergil tends to stay awake for longer periods of time than is probably advisable even with his heritage.
"I know," he says at Mizu's reassurance. There hasn't been a fight between them yet that Mizu hasn't recovered from in the end.
The most he does for Mizu is pull back the covers on the bed, but he otherwise lets the other swordsman handle getting himself settled. Mizu has a bed to collapse upon should he find himself struggling, anyway, so Vergil will allow Mizu's pride to dictate how much support he has or not. As Mizu settles, Vergil gets a large bowl with some soapy water and a pair of towels from the kitchen. He sets them down on the nightstand near the bed for Mizu to clean off some of the blood and grime. As little as Vergil is concerned with the state of his bedding by the time Mizu is done resting, he can at least recognize that it would probably feel a little better for Mizu to clean up. Even if it's just the rest of what the snow could not on his face. To that end, Vergil opens his wardrobe and pulls from it a shirt and pair of sweatpants. As he does, he says, "I'll make you some food after I've showered."
Rather than taking the clothing with him, however, Vergil lightly tosses them at the foot of the bed in a silent offer for Mizu to make use of them if he so desires. They'll be a little large on his smaller frame, of course, but they're at least clean and it won't require spending any Lore to summon a fresh pair of clothes. But if all Mizu wants to do is simply lie down and sleep, far be it from Vergil to take any offense to not cleaning himself up or taking the clothes.
He pulls out another change of clothes for himself, and slides his wardrobe shut. Out of habit, he begins to reach beneath his shirt and vest to pull his out the amulet around his neck. Vergil pauses and hesitates, however, with a glance at Mizu, his grip subtly tightening around the amulet itself. After a few quiet seconds of debate, he releases the amulet and removes it, placing it on its usual spot on the nightstand. It's been out in the open before and Mizu let it be. He didn't seem to pay it any mind whatsoever the last time he was in Vergil's apartment, in fact. So, Vergil likely has very little to worry about leaving it there with Mizu.
As he heads towards his bathroom, Vergil begins unbuttoning his vest, scoffing quietly to himself at the tears in the fabric.
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"I know," he says at Mizu's reassurance. There hasn't been a fight between them yet that Mizu hasn't recovered from in the end.
The most he does for Mizu is pull back the covers on the bed, but he otherwise lets the other swordsman handle getting himself settled. Mizu has a bed to collapse upon should he find himself struggling, anyway, so Vergil will allow Mizu's pride to dictate how much support he has or not. As Mizu settles, Vergil gets a large bowl with some soapy water and a pair of towels from the kitchen. He sets them down on the nightstand near the bed for Mizu to clean off some of the blood and grime. As little as Vergil is concerned with the state of his bedding by the time Mizu is done resting, he can at least recognize that it would probably feel a little better for Mizu to clean up. Even if it's just the rest of what the snow could not on his face. To that end, Vergil opens his wardrobe and pulls from it a shirt and pair of sweatpants. As he does, he says, "I'll make you some food after I've showered."
Rather than taking the clothing with him, however, Vergil lightly tosses them at the foot of the bed in a silent offer for Mizu to make use of them if he so desires. They'll be a little large on his smaller frame, of course, but they're at least clean and it won't require spending any Lore to summon a fresh pair of clothes. But if all Mizu wants to do is simply lie down and sleep, far be it from Vergil to take any offense to not cleaning himself up or taking the clothes.
He pulls out another change of clothes for himself, and slides his wardrobe shut. Out of habit, he begins to reach beneath his shirt and vest to pull his out the amulet around his neck. Vergil pauses and hesitates, however, with a glance at Mizu, his grip subtly tightening around the amulet itself. After a few quiet seconds of debate, he releases the amulet and removes it, placing it on its usual spot on the nightstand. It's been out in the open before and Mizu let it be. He didn't seem to pay it any mind whatsoever the last time he was in Vergil's apartment, in fact. So, Vergil likely has very little to worry about leaving it there with Mizu.
As he heads towards his bathroom, Vergil begins unbuttoning his vest, scoffing quietly to himself at the tears in the fabric.