[ even excluding her, he's well aware that he's driven plenty of his subordinates at spirius to drink, and probably worse. he'll never apologize for that, though; he may be demanding, but his team is more effective than anyone else's because of it.
he takes another sip as he looks her over. obviously there are differences he can appreciate, but he's a little curious what she thinks those differences are. ]
when milla's drink comes—a bloody mary, vodka and tomato she needs it—she's not sure whether she's completely lost her desire to partake in anything due to this meeting, or if it makes her want to guzzle the whole thing down. ]
Since when do you care what I think?
[ it's the first thing that comes to mind, flat and honest.
but despite her reflex that makes her respond with immediate aloof bitterness, the way her lips press together and the way she looks at her glass seems to imply she's at least considering a response (not that she needs to, she has a laundry list of Reasons why she's not completely one with their shiny jrpg party). it comes a brief moment later, a quiet afterthought. ]
... I'm considering running through you with my sword, for one.
[ but she won't.
though she's obviously not shy about that having crossed her mind. ]
[ the fact that she chose a drink with tomato after spending time with the kresnik brothers doesn't escape his notice. rideaux was always partial to that drink as well -- it involved his favorite colors, for one, so it often coordinated perfectly with his clothes when he had one -- but as his relationship with julius had grown more and more strained and bitter over the years, he'd had a harder time enjoying it quite as much. which was stupid, and he knew it, but that didn't change anything.
(he had still enjoyed drinking them in front of bisley, though.) ]
It's just curiosity. Don't mistake it for something else.
[ he watches as she thinks it over, and chuckles softly at the response she comes up with. she tries too hard to sound tough, he thinks, but beyond that... even if what he knows of his future is extremely limited, he suspects that someone else ended up carrying out that very task. ]
[ ... tch. she has no idea what he's thinking. she has no idea why he's sitting here, in this bar, drinking. she has no idea why he's curious, asking her questions, and having some kind of odd conversation (though any conversation between them is odd. period) with her.
to her threat, a chuckle, and she's not even surprised as she takes a sip of her drink. ]
I doubt that too. [ considering who he is. it's hardly said as an insult, however; just a truth. ] But in the end they wouldn't, so does it really matter?
[ which is hilarious considering the circumstances she came to know them, and the way she says that makes it painfully clear that she's aware of that fact. ]
[ the medicines he takes have destructive enough long term effects on his body that alcohol, ironically, is one of the healthier options he has for dulling his pain. as for why he's talking to her... well, he has nothing better to do, and she's nice to look at.
and honestly, he feels he probably has more in common with her than he does with the rest of that group, though she definitely wouldn't want to hear that. ]
Wouldn't they? [ while his cool smile doesn't go away, it does harden a little. ] You don't think your friend Ludger would do whatever it took to save that obnoxious brat of his?
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There's no rule that says I can't be both.
[ even excluding her, he's well aware that he's driven plenty of his subordinates at spirius to drink, and probably worse. he'll never apologize for that, though; he may be demanding, but his team is more effective than anyone else's because of it.
he takes another sip as he looks her over. obviously there are differences he can appreciate, but he's a little curious what she thinks those differences are. ]
And what do you think sets you apart from them?
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when milla's drink comes—a bloody mary, vodka and tomato she needs it—she's not sure whether she's completely lost her desire to partake in anything due to this meeting, or if it makes her want to guzzle the whole thing down. ]
Since when do you care what I think?
[ it's the first thing that comes to mind, flat and honest.
but despite her reflex that makes her respond with immediate aloof bitterness, the way her lips press together and the way she looks at her glass seems to imply she's at least considering a response (not that she needs to, she has a laundry list of Reasons why she's not completely one with their shiny jrpg party). it comes a brief moment later, a quiet afterthought. ]
... I'm considering running through you with my sword, for one.
[ but she won't.
though she's obviously not shy about that having crossed her mind. ]
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(he had still enjoyed drinking them in front of bisley, though.) ]
It's just curiosity. Don't mistake it for something else.
[ he watches as she thinks it over, and chuckles softly at the response she comes up with. she tries too hard to sound tough, he thinks, but beyond that... even if what he knows of his future is extremely limited, he suspects that someone else ended up carrying out that very task. ]
I doubt you're the only one.
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to her threat, a chuckle, and she's not even surprised as she takes a sip of her drink. ]
I doubt that too. [ considering who he is. it's hardly said as an insult, however; just a truth. ] But in the end they wouldn't, so does it really matter?
[ which is hilarious considering the circumstances she came to know them, and the way she says that makes it painfully clear that she's aware of that fact. ]
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and honestly, he feels he probably has more in common with her than he does with the rest of that group, though she definitely wouldn't want to hear that. ]
Wouldn't they? [ while his cool smile doesn't go away, it does harden a little. ] You don't think your friend Ludger would do whatever it took to save that obnoxious brat of his?