( For a hot minute, he wonders if his brother is going to hand it back to him. He's not stupid. He knows V saw the bottles around the shop when he'd come to see him. Well over thirty littered throughout as he sat there at his desk, arms crossed, eyeing him and his supposed proposition for a job. While he doesn't know just how much Vergil remembers during V's short existence, he figures he knows enough, just as he knows enough of Urizen and all his tomfoolery done.
To his surprise, he's given the bottle — a little more upright now — and he offers his brother a lazy albeit incredibly faint smile as fingers brush over Vergil's in his taking the bottle back. Without much for hesitation, he takes a swig, head knocked back some as he does, licking over his lips with a pleased little ah after. Already he can feel it chasing away the sorrow, the heartache, the anger that flows through his blood, and he settles back into something more mellowed out despite how incredibly unhealthy chasing it all away with a drink can be.
Whatever. It's worked thus far.
Pulling the bottle away from his lips, he rests it there against his leg, eyes glazed over some before he's blinking it away and he glances over to his brother there at the question posed. Taking a moment, he tilts his head. Contemplates that. Then smiles brightly despite the tiredness there in his expression. Because of course he always puts on a show. )
cw: gentle mentions of alcoholism
To his surprise, he's given the bottle — a little more upright now — and he offers his brother a lazy albeit incredibly faint smile as fingers brush over Vergil's in his taking the bottle back. Without much for hesitation, he takes a swig, head knocked back some as he does, licking over his lips with a pleased little ah after. Already he can feel it chasing away the sorrow, the heartache, the anger that flows through his blood, and he settles back into something more mellowed out despite how incredibly unhealthy chasing it all away with a drink can be.
Whatever. It's worked thus far.
Pulling the bottle away from his lips, he rests it there against his leg, eyes glazed over some before he's blinking it away and he glances over to his brother there at the question posed. Taking a moment, he tilts his head. Contemplates that. Then smiles brightly despite the tiredness there in his expression. Because of course he always puts on a show. )
How mad are you gonna be if I say pizza?