Carmilla's head is just very lightly bonking against his like a cat. Very lightly, a little affectionate nudge. Morning hours, you know?
LARGE PAGE FLIPS —- FINGERS settle to accomodate it! Eyes take in the information printed upon paper ( a rarity in the age of online media! ). Yet he found the daily news much easier to read this way, the texture and activity itself a most welcomed familiarity! A quiet sound that comes from inside his head & at his side at the same time. He glances down at her, limes blinking!
Lips curve upwards, and a hand lifts to gently place itself upon her shoulder; chest cavity vibrates with a chuckle. He lightly BONKS back! ( innocent & saccharine! ) What an odd form of expression, he muses, although a very endearing one without a doubt.
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ADROIT OF SUBTLE CHARM, versus a most lurid display to witness! Clashing! —- marking their differences for anyone to behold. One graceful being with natural charisma, in the presence of someone who often flourishes in smooth yet practised crudeness... ( they truthfully may work on OTHERS, but not on a perceptive & experienced creature like he ).
Had he a similar lack of tact to his, he would've SNORTED at the other's thoughtless bout of spewn comments. Yet upon pouring himself some tea, Zestial moved to take a seat at his own chair. It's all but tactics ( a careful game of chess! ). Make the other feel MINISCULE, remind him of how small he really is within the vast mass of tortured souls swimming through the eons.
“As well as one of us CAN be.”
Countless 'lords have already had their eras —- which all but faded to obscurity, whilst he himself still reigned, and although powerful, the ground underneath Valentino's feet did not SEEM as stable as the younger would've prefered ( tilting! ), swaying from one side to another at the drop of a hat. Relying on Vox and Velvette to support each other was a poorly made decision from the very start; they barely stood one another, did they not? ( now, blind loyalty, albeit ridiculous DID hold better than such nonsensical tumult ) Alliances like that were simply meant to dissolve, sooner or later!
For now, he allowed the other to RAMBLE as he so pleased ( muddied sentences, lazy and arrogant! ); crooked lips curving and blowing onto the hot beverage held in one of his hands as steam swirled away from his person. A lower pair of vivid hues closed briefly, whilst the other two simply acknowledged the moth's presence in the room. Some words or others caught his ATTENTION, then —- A wide smile crossed features before the delicate porcelain was brought closer for one short, testing sip.
“Mm? And HOW hast that work'd out for thee?” ( a quick snip of british humour! ) One sound click punctuating the query as he gently set the cup and its plate down onto his wooden desk.
“... Valentino,” he repeated, this time more POINTEDLY & slower than prior ( alas, they're not friends! ). What was he expecting? Baritone soured. Business was a priority, and he was not up for pointless pleasantries with someone he found irritating at best. “If 't there be something thou wouldst indeed wish to break with, I doth request you do so. Thy unlikely overture is MOST curious, I admit.” What would a Vee want to discuss with him about? An intriguing proposal of which kind, exactly?
Valentino's eyes widened, visibly, at the sight of the self-moving chair. It was in an impressed manner, however; and completely undisturbed, aside from the initial surprise of it all. He gladly took his seat, and crossed one thin leg over the other.
"Um– yeeeeeaaaahh! Sure!" A languid, toothy smile crossed his face. Tea, why not? So hospitable! Valentino didn't usually drink tea (and he couldn't remember the last time he had... unless 'bubble tea' qualified), but it would be rude to decline, wouldn't it? Plus, he didn't want to seem like he was uncultured in front of Zestial. Everyone and their mother knew that tea was the epitome of class when it came to beverages, second only to wine.
The moth demon watched as the other Overlord poured his drink, and then seized the cup in pointy hands. It was warm, but not enough to burn.
It felt kind of good.
"I've been well, and you? Oh, and you can drop the formalities," he said, casually. "All of my friends call me Val."
Vox's voice echoed around in the back of his head: 'You'd better not screw this up, Val. If you walk out of there with him HATING you, I'm never going to let you represent us again.' And throw in something about him having to sleep on the couch for the next three weeks.
He couldn't have that, could he? So far, Velvette already had one strike against her when it came to Zestial. One strike against Velvette was one strike against the Vees as a whole... and there were only three of them. If Valentino messed this up, Vox would be their only hope.
He could not let that happen.
Valentino took a hesitant sip of the tea and tried to resist making a face. It certainly wasn't a raspberry mojito, that's for sure.
"Wow, that's nice! I love that," he lied, with a shaky thumbs-up for emphasis. "So..." Now, for the anxiety-inducing part. "About... the offer..."
Alarm bells sounded off in his head. It was too soon for that! Apologize first.
"I'm so sorry about the last time we spoke, by the way? I was, like, way too... unprofessional, about it. I guess I just wanted to set things straight."
Gosh, why was he so freaked out? He almost never got like this.
Zestial's presence was doing some weird things to his brain.
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