[the touch would have made him jerk back violently if it hadn't also shut down Vincent's brain. he simply stares at her, aghast, unable to process what exactly is unfolding here. what kind of person just went around fondling strangers, let alone ones that looked like serial killers fresh off the job?
for all her trouble Aria doesn't even get a reply to her gratitude; he's too shaken up for anything but a cranky grumble. his steps are distracted as he turns to move towards the curtain, however, and after a few moments he's turning on his heel again.]
You obviously need this more than I do.
[in one hand is his erstwhile lyric book, pulled from his back pocket. in the other, outstretched so as to not force the woman to sit up again, is an ofuda.
he has no idea why he's doing this. what he should be doing is sprinting down the hall before this crazed woman can call him back again, but...this was what felt right. and when had Vincent ever denied himself that?]
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for all her trouble Aria doesn't even get a reply to her gratitude; he's too shaken up for anything but a cranky grumble. his steps are distracted as he turns to move towards the curtain, however, and after a few moments he's turning on his heel again.]
You obviously need this more than I do.
[in one hand is his erstwhile lyric book, pulled from his back pocket. in the other, outstretched so as to not force the woman to sit up again, is an ofuda.
he has no idea why he's doing this. what he should be doing is sprinting down the hall before this crazed woman can call him back again, but...this was what felt right. and when had Vincent ever denied himself that?]