“I’d have to be one crazy son of a bitch to believe a word you say.”
What was with this guy? Why was he going full tryhard mode to try and befriend him of all people?
Vincent breaks into laughter, doubling over as he exaggeratedly slaps his knee over.
“Hahaha! Sven, you are one of a kind.”
He straightens, standing tall at 7 feet, trying to calm the fits of giggles that force their way.
(Source: speechless-mangacaps)
“…Even ‘m not crazy enough to turn down a free drink.”
He seems to relax a little when the odd man doesn’t contest his words.
“Sven. Pleasure.”
Good, he was opening up a little. A smile makes it way to his mouth.
He offers a hand for him to shake.
“Vincent. I’m sure it is.”
“Wh-“
Double takes.
“What are you…”
The saddest face in the world.
“Don’t even say shit like that.”
Shit, if only he had a heart he was sure it would have broken at such a sight.
His expression softens, tugging the scarf that hid half of his face down around his neck.
” C’mon, the night’s still young . It’s on me”
::she smiles:: Normally that is my question…
A chuckle
“Is that so? Whatever could be your purpose, my pretty one?”
“Of what? The family?”
Sven can’t keep the bitterness out of his smile.
“If you’re here to kill me, you could make an easy job of it.”
He’s tired of fighting for things that he doesn’t believe in.
“I don’t believe we share any similar bloodline”
His voice carries no trait of his previous mood.
“Though you look like you could use a drink”
“No shit.”
He flinches for no apparent reason.
“Don’t we all?”
“Sounds like a plan I would engage”
Vincent smiles under his scarf, as he steps closer to this man.
“You in, handsome?”
“Of what? The family?”
Sven can’t keep the bitterness out of his smile.
“If you’re here to kill me, you could make an easy job of it.”
He’s tired of fighting for things that he doesn’t believe in.
“I don’t believe we share any similar bloodline”
His voice carries no trait of his previous mood.
“Though you look like you could use a drink”
Everywhere and no where, intriguing. May I? ::she motions to the empty seat::
The demon blinks, confused at what the lady said. He has to remind himself whatever expression he’s doing would be missed entirely by the woman.
“Of course”
So he takes a few steps, his hands lifting the back of his coat so that it would get caught as he sits.
He rests easily on the seat, his hands now entwined with each other on his lap.
There is confusion in your voice.
“Do not worry about that”
The demon shifts his position, sitting cross legged.
“How may I help you?”
“Self-preservation or affection? I’d take the former over the latter any day.”
The man could be amused as much as he wanted to be, but that didn’t change the fact that Sven was still watching him warily.
“Who are you?”
The man cocks his head to the side, his eyes scanning briefly the others body language. His glance goes back to stare at Sven’s directly before he replies.
“A friend”
