Vaux's smile was purposely dazzling as he moved to disappear through the archway out the back, returning with a plush towel after a few moments - his long fingers offering it with a quiet elegance.

━☆・*。"Medium roast." Vaux uttered, keeping the preference to mind; "Milk, creamer? Sugar? Flavouring?" He needed to make sure before he went to make it - - it wasn't just clothes that he tailored but the very experience of being there, too; coffee included. Even for sodden mysteries that walk through his door.

Sometimes work was just not done in a timely manner and Angeal was forced to pick up the slack. He hadn't forgotten about his appointment with Vaux, but it was sudden. Especially since he hadn't booked it initially, in actuality it had been a recommendation from Genesis to get a proper outfitting.

The tailor's pointed expression made him deflate a little, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. Work was crazy and it had to get done."

He followed after Vaux, wincing slightly at his own failure to make his own appointment-- this was unlike him, even if he'd not been the one to make it.

"Well... uh... I was given your services as a recommendation to find a nice outfit...?" Angeal was very out of his depth with this, everything here was so fancy, and his impoverished upbringing did not help matters. "I've-- I've never done this before. Sorry. What would you recommend for me?"

Vaux eyes his company; not in scrutiny, but to assess the field of play lay before him, the dainty details that would offer him helpful insight. Subconscious movements and such truly did whisper wonders about a person that could later be translated into textures or cuts.

━☆・*。"That would depend on the occasion it is intended for, darling? Something casual, something formal?" It would change his answer, after all and Vaux did enjoy being utterly accurate."Would you like a drink, sweet?"

An apple. A singular apple; Vaux supposed he ought be glad it wasn't some variety of chemical energy drink, instead. He gave a disapproving hum before turning on his heels and holding the door open for the Director; an expectant brow quipped.

━☆・*。"Come on, you hopeless man." The tailor uttered, though not without ample fondness. His steps into the hallway slowed so that he could walk aside Reeve, offering a bright smile and purposely linking their arms; "So you've been ahead of schedule and still treating yourself so poorly? Really darling, I should swing in more often to make certain you are actually eating and resting."

Vaux gives a small nod; getting away sounded much overdue for the both of them. If he closed his eyes, he could feel the steam of an onsen, a quiet view, a feeling of peace and quiet even if it was for a borrowed amount of time. He could almost feel the light breeze - - but his eyes reopened to the sight of the office and the scent of dried blood and antiseptic. A far cry from that peace he so craved now.

━☆・*。"Can we really go, though-?" Vaux uttered, momentarily staring down at a cigarette burn in the carpet while his fingertips pressed softly to his temple - the throb of his headache was growing behind his eyes and he cared little for the pain that it bought. Slight vertigo and nausea were to be expected after such a cruel beating, after all, even he knew that. But not usually from the point of view of personal experience - Just from patching Majima up over the years. "---to Kyoto? The boutique can manage without me for a while but-"

But Majima's position was much different, wasn't it? Far more precarious than judgement from fashion fanatics. It was a delicate frame work - - and not being seen around for a certain amount of time would invite rumours, assumptions; things Majima could do without. Those kinds of things, they bred problems and problems bought danger.

Vaux rested his head in his hands; shutting his eyes and ignoring the world for a moment longer; the craving for peace was nigh palpable in the way he sat, shoulders defeated his spine curved.

━☆・*。"Maybe we'll manage another time-" A lithe hope, but one nonetheless; Vaux had already resigned himself to keeping that lovely little getaway as a thought and not as a graspable reality.

An apple. A singular apple; Vaux supposed he ought be glad it wasn't some variety of chemical energy drink, instead. He gave a disapproving hum before turning on his heels and holding the door open for the Director; an expectant brow quipped.

━☆・*。"Come on, you hopeless man." The tailor uttered, though not without ample fondness. His steps into the hallway slowed so that he could walk aside Reeve, offering a bright smile and purposely linking their arms;

ORIFLAMME LOOKS VERY DIFFERENT than from the last time he was in the city. everything seemed so impossibly big back then, back when he was small enough to fit into spaces without drawing notice, back when him and dion were old enough to fight in a war, but not old enough to drink with kings. the houses and businesses alike towered over him like monuments. the people too. now, as an adult, sephiroth towers over everyone, like some kind of monstrosity. how quickly this enemy territory, the one place simultaneously filled with brighter memories, became a place he no longer fits. then again, he doesn't really fit anywhere anymore.

moving through the elegant city, he swears he can feel all the twins' eyes on him. maybe it was a mistake taking this path, cutting through the heart of oriflamme where he stands out like a wound in silk. he doesn't even know who to ask about the former lord commander. the name was common enough. there were probably dozens of men called cid scattered all across valisthea. his best bet, he thinks, is to try the outskirts and smaller towns, where an outlaw might live quietly.

but then the rain intensifies as quickly as it arrives, rushing through the streets with a sudden violence. everyone scatters like flies, making for their warm homes and shelter. sephiroth remains where he stands, gazing up at the sky. utterly merciless. his boots sink deeper in the thick mud. this feels appropriate somehow, he thinks, the world conspiring to make his voyage that much more difficult. then, a voice cuts through the hiss of rain and wind. sephiroth's head swivels, seeking out the source, certain that he must be talking to someone else... right? but the road is empty, and he is alone.

Vaux's elegance carried him through to the back of the store, shrugging his coat off as he moved. The click of his heeled boos narrate his movements, the sound echoing from where he moved through the large archway, only to signal his return, too.

In his hands were two rather large towels; the fellow was quite tall, after all, and had hair longer than Vaux was in height so he thought it best to bring extra. The smile upon his face doesn't waver as he approaches, offering them perfectly willingly;

━☆・*。"Can I get you something hot to drink, darling-?" He offers after a heartbeat; "-- if anything, it'll warm you through. I've a selection of teas, or stronger things if that's a preference?" It was early on in the day but he had met certain folk who preferred something stronger for breakfast as opposed to in the evening. Stranger things had happened.

He eyed company closely while awaiting an answer, not with any scrutiny and certainly not with any malice - just in curiosity. Tall, strong, armed - perhaps looking a little lost; and to find themselves in the Holy See, at that. Vaux could think of other places he would rather be, if he thought about it, but he supposed there were worse places to be.