[Ze snorts, that insult still hanging in the air between them- like a barely weaned brat.
It’s more than obvious Vassa has no inclination of disclosing the events of the last 24 hours, which only makes Ze more curious as to what actually transpired. Obviously the other took the brunt of whatever it was- calling it a duty (though Ze can trust that as much as he can trust anything out of the other’s mouth.) would imply it had something to do with someone in need of his strength. Voidsent? They’ve the claws and blades long enough to do that sort of damage. But for the smaller marks, scratches and bites- a beast?
He shakes his head, knowing the folly of trying to guess when he knows not where the battle even took place. Besides, whatever he thinks of Vassa’s state, it’s clear that he at least won, and that will have to suffice. (For now, in any case.)
Moving as directed, he shifts his attention to the cupboards to the left and comes away with two cups, noting the fine layer of dust that covers everything he touches. Wiping those too on his coat, he inspects them before the light to ensure they’re at least passable before he picks up the bottles and makes his way over back towards the bed, snagging a chair with a finger and dragging it unceremoniously across the floor to take a seat.
With a thunk, one of the bottles ends up on the floor while the other’s cork is dragged from its mouth by a pair of fanged teeth. The cork itself, predictably, joins everything else on the floor.]
Only when I have to care enough to bother. [He replies smoothly, well aware of the implication of those words as he fills both glasses and sets the other bottle down before holding out Vassa’s towards him. It is, perhaps, not the wisest thing to do to someone who very nearly bled out on the floor of their own home, but it will take the edge off and, from his own experience, Ze is sure that’s more than worthwhile right now.] To your health, brat. [The toast is a mocking one before he knocks it back, working the taste of the wine over in his mouth before grimacing. It’s not the worst he’s ever had, but it’s certainly not…
He sighs, refilling his cup regardless and knocking that back like a shot as well. Now he knows why the man was willing to give him so many.] When did you move in?
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It’s more than obvious Vassa has no inclination of disclosing the events of the last 24 hours, which only makes Ze more curious as to what actually transpired. Obviously the other took the brunt of whatever it was- calling it a duty (though Ze can trust that as much as he can trust anything out of the other’s mouth.) would imply it had something to do with someone in need of his strength. Voidsent? They’ve the claws and blades long enough to do that sort of damage. But for the smaller marks, scratches and bites- a beast?
He shakes his head, knowing the folly of trying to guess when he knows not where the battle even took place. Besides, whatever he thinks of Vassa’s state, it’s clear that he at least won, and that will have to suffice. (For now, in any case.)
Moving as directed, he shifts his attention to the cupboards to the left and comes away with two cups, noting the fine layer of dust that covers everything he touches. Wiping those too on his coat, he inspects them before the light to ensure they’re at least passable before he picks up the bottles and makes his way over back towards the bed, snagging a chair with a finger and dragging it unceremoniously across the floor to take a seat.
With a thunk, one of the bottles ends up on the floor while the other’s cork is dragged from its mouth by a pair of fanged teeth. The cork itself, predictably, joins everything else on the floor.]
Only when I have to care enough to bother. [He replies smoothly, well aware of the implication of those words as he fills both glasses and sets the other bottle down before holding out Vassa’s towards him. It is, perhaps, not the wisest thing to do to someone who very nearly bled out on the floor of their own home, but it will take the edge off and, from his own experience, Ze is sure that’s more than worthwhile right now.] To your health, brat. [The toast is a mocking one before he knocks it back, working the taste of the wine over in his mouth before grimacing. It’s not the worst he’s ever had, but it’s certainly not…
He sighs, refilling his cup regardless and knocking that back like a shot as well. Now he knows why the man was willing to give him so many.] When did you move in?