{ єяαѕє мє }

cue a sigh of annoyance. ”what?" okay, he won’t calm down until vince has gotten  a hug. so he went to his brother and pulled him into a hug.

Completely ignoring the sigh, Vincent let out a soft chuckle and happily returned the hug. Gil's hugs were simply the best. "I love you, Nii-san~!"

‘my master has a proper hygiene. stop talking bad about my master.   there you go. no hug for you.’

No hug? "But... Nii-san...!" 

"They are tasty, yes." That was something he couldn't argue with. "Sounds like he's very important to you. And he just left you here? How tragic."

‘no really? last time i hugged you you were stinking like you haven’t  showered for months !!’

"Heh~ I think you're mistaking me with Oz. I assure you I shower regularly."

'————wait— did you even take a shower?’

Why else do you think his hair is wet, Gil? "Why, of course! You know I'm a very clean man."

"What’s the story behind your eyes? Were you born with such a condition~?"

"Yes, I was born with this, as you call it, condition. Anything beyond that is none of your business."

"I don’t know," he groaned, trying pointlessly to reach for the medicine again, even though there was no way he’d be able to, especially with how weak he felt. He couldn’t even jump, he felt so sick and tired. "What do you want from me…? Gold? I can give you lots of gold…"

"Gold? I have no need for gold, I have enough money," he replied, glaring slightly at the boy. Honesty, he hadn't taken the medicine in order to get anything out of this, it just seemed like a fun way to entertain himself for a bit. But if he did get something in return for handing out the potion, he wouldn't complain. "Anything else you have to offer?"

Paranoid? Perhaps. Then again, it wasn’t every day that rich, attractive, well spoken, honest to god Gentlemen spoke to lowly strippers who used to be waitresses. So just in case this wasn’t all it seemed, Laura would be ready.

Minutes passed, and after a short and otherwise silent walk, the carriage was in plain sight. Once they were seated inside, there would be no more worries about being attacked by this woman. At least that wouldn't be very smart; the driver was, after all, a witness. "Lady's first," he hummed which a charming smile on his lips as he opened the door for her.

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"An apple lover, huh? How cute." How did he always managed to be trapped in conversations he didn't want to be part of? "Titus? And just who might that be?"