[Well, at least he's having fun now, Constantin supposes. He sinks into the armchair in turn; if he's going to rearrange everything three times anyway, why not just watch V follow his decorative vision. Hm.]
Sure, yes. I bought all of them.
[Some of them were blessing-borne, but that's still asking, so. Eclectic is the theme.]
[ Without interruption, V will definitely start to group things. A few more teapots of different sizes here, the little things with faces which he personally asserts should all have names. Quiz him next time to see if he remembers them all. The metallic things, the porcelain things.
He only seems torn by the little animal figurines that overlap in categories, again mainly the little things with faces. He scoops them all from their individual categories and groups them together in a little menagerie at the center of things.
Does apparently have a weakness for cute statuettes of pets. ]
[Hm, he's going to have to leave the cute things with faces like that, isn't he... It would feel cruel to undo V's very particular menagerie-making just to alleviate his own restlessness. He'll make a note to move the wind chimes around a bunch instead.
He's not going to get up and interrupt, but he'll peer at the shelf from here in the chair. Hmm.]
[ He glances over his shoulder, looking amused. Is he enjoying himself, or can he just not stand the idea of Constantin living amongst all these unpacked crates and baskets after he leaves? ]
They make a pleasant picture, all together.
[ Cheerful, carefree. He supposes they are indeed mostly to theme. ]
I am not going to rearrange it for you every time I come.
[ Although, he might look for new additions; maybe with a more discerning eye. He rescues the last stragglers from the bottom of basket, a few rings and small baubles. It seems like a good enough place to stop. ]
But thank you for humoring me.
[ Or was it the other way, thank you for letting me humor you? ]
[ As if called, Shadow all but crawls off of V's skin.
The inky pigment of the tattoo on V's forearm picks up off his skin, blurring and changing into a different texture of black; ropey and gaining dimensionality. Something not yet formed puts its paw down on the edge of a chair and continues to be spiraled into full form, even as it approaches to sniff Constantin and investigate the room. V watches this with a bemused expression as he shakes out his hand, which briefly feels a little numb from the magic that has left it. ]
I hadn't thought to ask how the cat was enjoying living at the inn. There's more room in here.
[ To not be tripped over... but maybe more things to knock over and more trouble to make. ]
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Is this an indefinite arrangement to not fully own the cat?
[ V sinks into a seat, watching the demon's whiskers bounce once as its nose touches the side of the proffered hand. Then it climbs onto the cushions behind Connie's head and sits there proudly. ]
Felix's cat, but living here with you. Is Felix coming as well?
[ These are the hard hitting questions of the day. Shadow's tail beats in a strange pattern against the upholstery, almost like maybe it has more than one of them at times. ]
I haven't asked! [Which answers very little, but it's also true, so. Give him time.] He goes hunting so often, it only makes sense to leave the cat with me. We'll see about the rest.
[ Irrepressible need, that's an exaggeration. Probably. ]
Charming.
[ He did not contain is his irrepressible need, but he also seems to recall asking Constantin to contain his irrepressible overeagerness once and not seeing that done either. ]
When I think hunter I imagine someone who would reliably give scraps to a barn cat, not necessarily take one in.
[ Probably knowing that they wouldn't be around much. ]
[He is very charming and very full of surprises, obviously. Perhaps he's simply drawn to people as different from himself as it is possible to be; brusque, and so on. If one is speaking of a type.]
What did you think my type of person was? Now I must know.
[ V's not sure when that would have ever come up in a conversation other than this topic. Shadow jumps from its lofty perch to... teleport to the top of a bookshelf, melding into the shadows there with just burning red eyes and ribs peering out. Spooky. ]
I think most people are your type, but that you worry about being tolerated and someone short or dismissive might only accelerate that.
[ Someone short. Kek. Oh wait does that mean V was concerned about his friend's feelings? How cute. ]
[Constantin blinks, gaze following the spooky cat for a moment, distracted. Aha? Ah. Well, some people do ask, but never mind that facet of human behavior--]
I have been berated my entire life, so I daresay I am quite good at determining when someone means it to be personal.
[So if his father could never bring him to heel, the permanently grumpy are child's play.]
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Sure, yes. I bought all of them.
[Some of them were blessing-borne, but that's still asking, so. Eclectic is the theme.]
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He only seems torn by the little animal figurines that overlap in categories, again mainly the little things with faces. He scoops them all from their individual categories and groups them together in a little menagerie at the center of things.
Does apparently have a weakness for cute statuettes of pets. ]
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He's not going to get up and interrupt, but he'll peer at the shelf from here in the chair. Hmm.]
Enjoying yourself? It looks nice.
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They make a pleasant picture, all together.
[ Cheerful, carefree. He supposes they are indeed mostly to theme. ]
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[Which he's already doing, but it's the implication that he won't sweep it all back into a box later that counts. Enjoy this diversion.]
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[ Although, he might look for new additions; maybe with a more discerning eye. He rescues the last stragglers from the bottom of basket, a few rings and small baubles. It seems like a good enough place to stop. ]
But thank you for humoring me.
[ Or was it the other way, thank you for letting me humor you? ]
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I'm leaving it how it is! Make your peace with this arrangement now, for it is forever.
[He's not really passionate about moving his kitsch around... Things will find their place and that will be that. Eventually.]
Although I may need to move that whole shelf to make room for the cat.
[The cat is not here, but will be in maybe a week or so, if he plays his cards right.]
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The inky pigment of the tattoo on V's forearm picks up off his skin, blurring and changing into a different texture of black; ropey and gaining dimensionality. Something not yet formed puts its paw down on the edge of a chair and continues to be spiraled into full form, even as it approaches to sniff Constantin and investigate the room. V watches this with a bemused expression as he shakes out his hand, which briefly feels a little numb from the magic that has left it. ]
I hadn't thought to ask how the cat was enjoying living at the inn. There's more room in here.
[ To not be tripped over... but maybe more things to knock over and more trouble to make. ]
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Well, he isn't entirely my cat, but I'm sure he's devastated that he can't toss my books all over the floor these past few days.
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[ V sinks into a seat, watching the demon's whiskers bounce once as its nose touches the side of the proffered hand. Then it climbs onto the cushions behind Connie's head and sits there proudly. ]
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How would that work? [Hmm, well anyway,] He's Felix's cat, technically, but I would say he likes me better.
[Constantin gives him more snacks, that is.]
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[ These are the hard hitting questions of the day. Shadow's tail beats in a strange pattern against the upholstery, almost like maybe it has more than one of them at times. ]
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I haven't asked! [Which answers very little, but it's also true, so. Give him time.] He goes hunting so often, it only makes sense to leave the cat with me. We'll see about the rest.
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[ Listen, it's his cat that can turn into a literal bridge if you need help with that project. ]
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[Ha ha, no, he's not going to be like that. Sure, it's personal life time, why not.]
You still don't think I'm charming! Are you an expert already?
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[ He is perfectly innocent, he made no such aspersions. ]
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[Which is to say,] We share the cat.
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Charming.
[ He did not contain is his irrepressible need, but he also seems to recall asking Constantin to contain his irrepressible overeagerness once and not seeing that done either. ]
When I think hunter I imagine someone who would reliably give scraps to a barn cat, not necessarily take one in.
[ Probably knowing that they wouldn't be around much. ]
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[He leans his elbow on the arm of the chair and props his chin in his hand. Hmm.]
I'm not sure he's your type of person. Felix. One might describe him as... brusque.
[Definitely not going to quote poetry back and forth.]
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[ To be slightly more precise, it's not the type of person V would seek out for a close relationship. ]
I didn't know that brusque was your type of person, more to the point.
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[He is very charming and very full of surprises, obviously. Perhaps he's simply drawn to people as different from himself as it is possible to be; brusque, and so on. If one is speaking of a type.]
What did you think my type of person was? Now I must know.
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[ V's not sure when that would have ever come up in a conversation other than this topic. Shadow jumps from its lofty perch to... teleport to the top of a bookshelf, melding into the shadows there with just burning red eyes and ribs peering out. Spooky. ]
I think most people are your type, but that you worry about being tolerated and someone short or dismissive might only accelerate that.
[ Someone short. Kek. Oh wait does that mean V was concerned about his friend's feelings? How cute. ]
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I have been berated my entire life, so I daresay I am quite good at determining when someone means it to be personal.
[So if his father could never bring him to heel, the permanently grumpy are child's play.]
"Most people," really? [ew. impossible.]
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Oh yes, you've made a great show of establishing enemies, near and far.
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Oh, but surely having no enemies would mean I am everyone else's type of person, not the reverse!
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