One would think. [ he quietly agrees, as ... Zulius ... makes his hair look like that. The greyish white parts of the hair sells it, certainly, even if there are still stripes of black riddled through.
Vergil is quiet. He's so quiet for a long moment, and he's looking away. Hopefully, by the time Zulius is looking at the Blake book--he'll have missed the fact that the long silence was, in short, Vergil attempting not to laugh. A shake in his shoulders as he suppresses the sound from escaping, either out of some quiet embarrassment--or perhaps years of training to keep from making a fool of himself by having an outburst.
He shakes his head at Zulius' question. ]
I drew the 'V' on the cover. However, the paintings inside were done by Blake himself, I believe. It is a precious old antique, after all.
[ he's gonna' clear his throat. Nope, he didn't laugh. ]
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Vergil is quiet. He's so quiet for a long moment, and he's looking away. Hopefully, by the time Zulius is looking at the Blake book--he'll have missed the fact that the long silence was, in short, Vergil attempting not to laugh. A shake in his shoulders as he suppresses the sound from escaping, either out of some quiet embarrassment--or perhaps years of training to keep from making a fool of himself by having an outburst.
He shakes his head at Zulius' question. ]
I drew the 'V' on the cover. However, the paintings inside were done by Blake himself, I believe. It is a precious old antique, after all.
[ he's gonna' clear his throat. Nope, he didn't laugh. ]