[He'd joke that "loser pays" but he doesn't think Vergil would take it as a joke. Neither would he, actually.
At least because he's paying, Nero feels no guilt getting exactly what looks good. After some time up at the ticket machine, he pays the clerk and then comes over to sit across from Vergil. His eyes are a little red still, but he looks moderately less glum than earlier. In this lighting it's a little easier to see how scuffed-up he is, though, and there's the unmistakable ginger movements of someone trying to avoid aggravating an injury.
A staff member drops off two waters, and two cups of jasmine tea. Look, Vergil. Nero even takes a sip before he starts looking around for sugar, only relenting when he realizes there isn't any.
Then he kind of just stares at Vergil, not having a clue what to say, to the point he lets out a brief sigh and attempts to fix his no-doubt mussed up hair. Damn. When you really don't want to talk about something, but also it's the only thing on your mind...]
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At least because he's paying, Nero feels no guilt getting exactly what looks good. After some time up at the ticket machine, he pays the clerk and then comes over to sit across from Vergil. His eyes are a little red still, but he looks moderately less glum than earlier. In this lighting it's a little easier to see how scuffed-up he is, though, and there's the unmistakable ginger movements of someone trying to avoid aggravating an injury.
A staff member drops off two waters, and two cups of jasmine tea. Look, Vergil. Nero even takes a sip before he starts looking around for sugar, only relenting when he realizes there isn't any.
Then he kind of just stares at Vergil, not having a clue what to say, to the point he lets out a brief sigh and attempts to fix his no-doubt mussed up hair. Damn. When you really don't want to talk about something, but also it's the only thing on your mind...]