[Give him a second! Don't rush him! Youths these days...]
[It would have been Vergil's preference that Nero was still busy with his bag. It was one thing to mask his unsteadiness getting back to his feet alone, but now there's the chance for scrutiny on his way down and up. Vergil supposes he could complain of his stomach still aching enough that he doesn't want to chance bending over and jostling what remains of the contents any further, but he rules it out immediately as an incredibly flimsy excuse. One that may also lead Nero back into being concerned about him and completely defeat the purpose of providing an excuse to avoid bending down to collect his blade.]
[There really is no way around this.]
[Never in Vergil's life has he been so concentrated on how exactly he bends down to pick something up off the ground. He stares at the Yamato, trying as best he can to block out any perceived motion that comes along with bending down for it. He bends at the waist, trying to find the compromise between what would be a natural bend and what he feels comfortable, letting the bend in his knees lower him the remainder of the way. Vergil keeps his breathing even, drawing his attention to that as he gets his hand around Yamato before bringing himself back upright. And he manages to do alright with that as well. There's no sway or wobble. No real hesitation that would belie how much everything is spinning.]
[Until he takes the turn to walk and leave a little too quickly, that is. Vergil cannot help the drifting feeling that comes with that or the way he automatically and quickly has to catch himself to keep from tipping too far that he's in danger of falling.]
[...Damn.]
[To Vergil's credit, he does not freeze even as he becomes distinctly aware that there's absolutely no way that Nero would have missed that slight stumble. He simply begins walking forward, stubbornly denying the existence of aforementioned stumble by drawing no further attention to it.]
We may have lunch once we arrive home if you do not mind it a little early today.
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Give him a second! Don't rush him! Youths these days...][It would have been Vergil's preference that Nero was still busy with his bag. It was one thing to mask his unsteadiness getting back to his feet alone, but now there's the chance for scrutiny on his way down and up. Vergil supposes he could complain of his stomach still aching enough that he doesn't want to chance bending over and jostling what remains of the contents any further, but he rules it out immediately as an incredibly flimsy excuse. One that may also lead Nero back into being concerned about him and completely defeat the purpose of providing an excuse to avoid bending down to collect his blade.]
[There really is no way around this.]
[Never in Vergil's life has he been so concentrated on how exactly he bends down to pick something up off the ground. He stares at the Yamato, trying as best he can to block out any perceived motion that comes along with bending down for it. He bends at the waist, trying to find the compromise between what would be a natural bend and what he feels comfortable, letting the bend in his knees lower him the remainder of the way. Vergil keeps his breathing even, drawing his attention to that as he gets his hand around Yamato before bringing himself back upright. And he manages to do alright with that as well. There's no sway or wobble. No real hesitation that would belie how much everything is spinning.]
[Until he takes the turn to walk and leave a little too quickly, that is. Vergil cannot help the drifting feeling that comes with that or the way he automatically and quickly has to catch himself to keep from tipping too far that he's in danger of falling.]
[...Damn.]
[To Vergil's credit, he does not freeze even as he becomes distinctly aware that there's absolutely no way that Nero would have missed that slight stumble. He simply begins walking forward, stubbornly denying the existence of aforementioned stumble by drawing no further attention to it.]
We may have lunch once we arrive home if you do not mind it a little early today.