( it isn't uncommon for Nero to storm over for any reason at all โ he's all fire, and with a breath of wind, his energy can flare up and travel farther than what is easily expected. v stops with plenty of space for Nero to roll up at him aggressively, and even then, he stops almost so short that v might have considered taking one step backward.
also, 'what the fuck, v' is just enough of an indicator that something has ticked him off a little, there.
v is still plenty calm, watching Nero like a cat blandly watches someone crossing a room. his confusion is barely visible, oddly still on his face, giving little more than a firm blink and the flicking of his gaze left and right across Nero's face. )
...This isn't a beverage. ( the cup shuffles hollowly. ) The ice pack you asked about. Indeed, you left it in the front seat. It was well past melted, so I...
( get your phones out now, take your pictures while you can โ it's one of those crucially rare moments where v actually falters. it's a subtle thing, but even Nero could easily catch it; he isn't stupid, after all. v looks down at the cup in his hand, as if realizing only now what he'd gone to do... still as stone, statuesque, v stares at the container, cheap and thin and branished in red and blue, almost too flatly untilโ ) Got you ice. Nico has some clean cloths I think you can use.
( so what mister monologues just did was
ask Nero to hit the store to supply for v's munchies so that he could lounge in the van
hear that Nero's got a sore arm
and upon discovery that sassafras was an idiot and left the only ice pack out for no less than a day
got up off his ass and trekked down to the corner store to grab him some ice
look...v felt compelled. )
! ! ! that is the cutest goddamn thing i've ever seen
[ There is, in fact, no response that could adequately chill Nero out right now. No possible amalgamation of 'my blood sugar was low' or 'Nico told me you like grape soda, so I got you some, although I'm concerned for what this implies about your mental state' could bring a stop to the low roar of tangled abandonment issues that just got woken up in Nero's chest. Is it fair? Nah. Is it happening anyway? Yeah, unfortunately.
But then V's serene, knowing face falters like suddenly he isn't so sure, and he looks down towards the cup, and then... ]
Oh. [ Nero's pretty sure his heart makes an audible noise. Somewhere between a rubber chicken scream and glass shattering. ]
That's... [ Dial up tones, while Nero stares at the cup and then V's face, visibly touched and then in a slow, gathering slide, becoming aware of the slight scene he's causing by hesitating. ] Thanks. You didn't-- didn't have to. [ Yeah, he definitely didn't, which is why Nero's anger has dissipated along with his dignity.
By the time he finally takes a step back, his cheeks have a faint pink at the heights of them. ] Hey, yeah, I'll just-- here-- [ He's taking the cup from you, V, in case the disjointed gesturing wasn't making that clear enough. Nero falls back towards the van, and finally remembers that he's still holding the bag of shit from the corner store.
He holds it aloft as he steps up the brief stairs into it, holds it out for V as V follows. ] Alright fine, guess you earned these fucking things. I won't even skim any off the top for payment, now.
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also, 'what the fuck, v' is just enough of an indicator that something has ticked him off a little, there.
v is still plenty calm, watching Nero like a cat blandly watches someone crossing a room. his confusion is barely visible, oddly still on his face, giving little more than a firm blink and the flicking of his gaze left and right across Nero's face. )
...This isn't a beverage. ( the cup shuffles hollowly. ) The ice pack you asked about. Indeed, you left it in the front seat. It was well past melted, so I...
( get your phones out now, take your pictures while you can โ it's one of those crucially rare moments where v actually falters. it's a subtle thing, but even Nero could easily catch it; he isn't stupid, after all. v looks down at the cup in his hand, as if realizing only now what he'd gone to do... still as stone, statuesque, v stares at the container, cheap and thin and branished in red and blue, almost too flatly untilโ ) Got you ice. Nico has some clean cloths I think you can use.
( so what mister monologues just did was
ask Nero to hit the store to supply for v's munchies so that he could lounge in the van
hear that Nero's got a sore arm
and upon discovery that sassafras was an idiot and left the only ice pack out for no less than a day
got up off his ass and trekked down to the corner store to grab him some ice
look...v felt compelled. )
! ! ! that is the cutest goddamn thing i've ever seen
But then V's serene, knowing face falters like suddenly he isn't so sure, and he looks down towards the cup, and then... ]
Oh. [ Nero's pretty sure his heart makes an audible noise. Somewhere between a rubber chicken scream and glass shattering. ]
That's... [ Dial up tones, while Nero stares at the cup and then V's face, visibly touched and then in a slow, gathering slide, becoming aware of the slight scene he's causing by hesitating. ] Thanks. You didn't-- didn't have to. [ Yeah, he definitely didn't, which is why Nero's anger has dissipated along with his dignity.
By the time he finally takes a step back, his cheeks have a faint pink at the heights of them. ] Hey, yeah, I'll just-- here-- [ He's taking the cup from you, V, in case the disjointed gesturing wasn't making that clear enough. Nero falls back towards the van, and finally remembers that he's still holding the bag of shit from the corner store.
He holds it aloft as he steps up the brief stairs into it, holds it out for V as V follows. ] Alright fine, guess you earned these fucking things. I won't even skim any off the top for payment, now.