[Strange how Vincent gives off the impression that he'd somehow avoid a harp to the forehead, even though said harp isn't thrown, and even though he stands there unmoving and unimpressed.]
You're too easily spooked.
[Is he bullshitting? Is he serious? Good luck finding out, with the majority of his expression hidden beneath that high, crimson collar.]
And it's business of mine when I'm the one who has to haul you away from here.
[That metal, gauntleted arm extends; an offer to help him stand.]
[ He gives Vincent a sour look for a second – he is not too easily spooked, Vincent is the one being a dramatic bastard and seemingly teleporting everywhere. Not that Charle has any room to talk about dramatics, so he holds his tongue at least.
Instead, hie expression smooths into something bordering on helplessness, a wide and hopeful smile accompanied by wide and hopeful eyes as he takes that offered hand and gets to unsteady feet. ]
However much alcohol it takes for you to carry me daintily away like the delicate flower I am – that’s how much I’ve had to drunk. Drink.
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You're too easily spooked.
[Is he bullshitting? Is he serious? Good luck finding out, with the majority of his expression hidden beneath that high, crimson collar.]
And it's business of mine when I'm the one who has to haul you away from here.
[That metal, gauntleted arm extends; an offer to help him stand.]
I won't do it again.
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Instead, hie expression smooths into something bordering on helplessness, a wide and hopeful smile accompanied by wide and hopeful eyes as he takes that offered hand and gets to unsteady feet. ]
However much alcohol it takes for you to carry me daintily away like the delicate flower I am – that’s how much I’ve had to drunk. Drink.