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“Were they even paying attention during introductions?”

A Vega roleplay blog !!

[POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR: BLOOD, DEATH, SELF HARM (hair pulling, scratching, punching), VIOLENCE, NEGLECT]

“Mm, Starboy.” Caspian lightly taps the (former) cosmologist on the shoulder, before leaning onto the table beside her. There’s a faint smile on his lips as he looks at his, well, group mate. For someone who played into the “mischevious” role the show gave him, the painter looked more sincere.

“There’s another chance to look around the morgue. We can scour around in there, if you want.” The dual-haired man tilted his head slightly over to the (rather inconvenient) entrance to the morgue from before. His eyes then glance over at the nearby wall behind the bar counter, then back at her. “Or, I could make you a little something. I’ve been told I can make a mean cosmopolitan.” Caspian offers with a light laugh.

( @mischeviouspainter )

>[He snapped around to look at you when you tapped her shoulder, relaxed a fraction at seeing a somewhat familiar face. Trustworthy is another thing, but for now familiar will do.]

"Don't call me that. And there is zero chance you're getting me in that morgue. This place is highly monitored—we could get caught, and who knows what would happen to us then?!"

"Personally, I'd prefer to choose neither of these options. However, I presume I'm forced to choose? If so, I'm less resistant to the second one. But I can't promise I'll actually drink it, you could put anything in that thing..."

mischeviouspainter

Rather than cut her off, or tease him about his word choices, Caspian simply nods along. He's rather patient, seemingly lenient with them. It's not like Vega was wrong; the idea about what'd happen if both of them were caught was a terrifying one. There went that idea out the window. But, as she chose the latter, an amused (and quite frankly, surprised) expression made its way onto the painter's face.

"I didn't think you'd agree to either of those. Cosmopolitan it is, then!" A light laugh bubbles from the painter as he hops over the plants a hand on the top of the bar counter, and hops over it with a soft grunt. Once he lands, the dual-haired man is quick to look around the area and move, grasping mixing cups at first, followed by cranberry and lime juices. Once grabbing hold of the orange liqueur, Caspian turns back to face Vega, and places the ingredients nearby. Rather than turning his back to her, it seems that he's showing the process to her. It's then when his eyes glance over to a nearby vodka bottle and grimaces. That did not look like a very... nice color of alcohol. "I'm not putting that shit in. It looks uh. Possessed. Diseased. Cooties. Eugh." The painter laughs at his own remark, seemingly tickled by his own choice of words. "I can use tonic water instead. Or sprite. Unless you want alcohol?" He offers, his expression becoming sincere once more. "I'll have what you're having, if it makes you feel more comfortable. I'll even sugar-rim the glass, too."