Vergil eats slower than Mizu, although his attention is also more evenly divided between the burger and the fries. He also pauses for a moment to clean his hands with a napkin after he finishes it, using the clean end to also wipe at his mouth as well just in case. He crumples it up afterward and holds it in his hand while he continues to pick at his fries. But all-in-all, it's a positive sign that Mizu has enough of an appetite to finish the burger with as much speed as he does.
"I would have likely found you vexing and wouldn't have had the patience for your foolishness," he says. He's proud still, but he was prideful then. A son of Sparda who was ready to take what was his no matter the cost would have been insulted at a human with no power and little experience or skill to show for it trying to challenge him. Not that Vergil imagines it would have dissuaded Mizu at all. In his experience, the irritating ones have a tendency to refuse to give up. He would have just kept trying again and again and again just as he does now. The difference is, however, Vergil has an understanding of why Mizu refuses to give up on the notion that he might best Vergil someday, and why he's willing to continue throwing himself into a fight he may never actually win again and again and again. That understanding subsequently lends itself to an appreciation and a degree of respect. Things, that in his younger years, Vergil never would have held towards Mizu. The frustration and irritation would have, at most, lead to a sort of resentful curiosity.
He hums in light amusement at how much they probably wouldn't have gotten along, the barest flicker of a smile as he takes one last fry from his own plate. He stacks his plate atop Mizu's now empty plate, and says, "You may have the rest."
He's not actually so full from the cheeseburger that he can't finish his few remaining fries. But seeing as how Mizu didn't complain about the meal, Vergil has no trouble parting with the rest for Mizu to get a little more food in his stomach. After he pops his final fry into his mouth, Vergil wipes his hands clean with his crumpled napkin and places it on the tray where his plate used to be.
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"I would have likely found you vexing and wouldn't have had the patience for your foolishness," he says. He's proud still, but he was prideful then. A son of Sparda who was ready to take what was his no matter the cost would have been insulted at a human with no power and little experience or skill to show for it trying to challenge him. Not that Vergil imagines it would have dissuaded Mizu at all. In his experience, the irritating ones have a tendency to refuse to give up. He would have just kept trying again and again and again just as he does now. The difference is, however, Vergil has an understanding of why Mizu refuses to give up on the notion that he might best Vergil someday, and why he's willing to continue throwing himself into a fight he may never actually win again and again and again. That understanding subsequently lends itself to an appreciation and a degree of respect. Things, that in his younger years, Vergil never would have held towards Mizu. The frustration and irritation would have, at most, lead to a sort of resentful curiosity.
He hums in light amusement at how much they probably wouldn't have gotten along, the barest flicker of a smile as he takes one last fry from his own plate. He stacks his plate atop Mizu's now empty plate, and says, "You may have the rest."
He's not actually so full from the cheeseburger that he can't finish his few remaining fries. But seeing as how Mizu didn't complain about the meal, Vergil has no trouble parting with the rest for Mizu to get a little more food in his stomach. After he pops his final fry into his mouth, Vergil wipes his hands clean with his crumpled napkin and places it on the tray where his plate used to be.