[Vergil makes a face at being accused of being a drama queen. Rich coming from someone who just offered to walk him to the front door as though he could not manage it on his own, but... Vergil chooses to bite his tongue. Even if there is a slight growl at being clapped on the shoulder and he has to grip Yamato all the tighter to keep himself firmly planted where he stands.]
I don't nap.
[Which is less about Vergil being particularly stubborn and more just a statement of fact. Vergil's sleeping habits have not changed since they moved into the house from his studio apartment. He sleeps when he must, but he limits that to sleeping at night. He gets the minimum amount required. Nothing more, nothing less.]
[But if his suspicions that this is the Fox's doing are at all correct, he doubts very much that any amount of sleep will alleviate it. There will inevitably be some other kind of trick to curing what ails him, and it's most likely deeply unrelated to any sort of medical intervention. Most likely he needs to confess some deep dark secret or complete a random act of kindness or some other such interpersonal nonsense to appease her.]
[Vergil sits on the couch, using Yamato to control his descent to sitting. He's not really in any danger of collapsing, but he doesn't want to provide any impression that he's close to doing so. It feels much better to be sitting and he must stifle the relieved sigh at being off his feet.]
If you do happen to see Mizu, I do not particularly care what excuse you provide, but do not mention of any of this to him, [he says, moving Yamato to rest against the arm of the couch nearby. There's a small beat before he adds a quieter,] Please.
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I don't nap.
[Which is less about Vergil being particularly stubborn and more just a statement of fact. Vergil's sleeping habits have not changed since they moved into the house from his studio apartment. He sleeps when he must, but he limits that to sleeping at night. He gets the minimum amount required. Nothing more, nothing less.]
[But if his suspicions that this is the Fox's doing are at all correct, he doubts very much that any amount of sleep will alleviate it. There will inevitably be some other kind of trick to curing what ails him, and it's most likely deeply unrelated to any sort of medical intervention. Most likely he needs to confess some deep dark secret or complete a random act of kindness or some other such interpersonal nonsense to appease her.]
[Vergil sits on the couch, using Yamato to control his descent to sitting. He's not really in any danger of collapsing, but he doesn't want to provide any impression that he's close to doing so. It feels much better to be sitting and he must stifle the relieved sigh at being off his feet.]
If you do happen to see Mizu, I do not particularly care what excuse you provide, but do not mention of any of this to him, [he says, moving Yamato to rest against the arm of the couch nearby. There's a small beat before he adds a quieter,] Please.