[Hiyori does stand back just a little bit, at full straight height, weight on his heels away from the bar, palms flat on the surface. He's just there, smiling and listening.
And then he's taking several steps back.]
—adorable...?
[Beatrice's aesthetic sense isn't exactly what repulses him. Hiyori is well versed in the ways of hipsters who stan rats and snakes. They're great for trolling people. What stuns him is the ease with which the "demon" appeared. All the laws of physics he used to know feel crushed into dust. Even in the most conservative interpretation where a trapdoor was used, Hiyori has to question his desperate assumptions about the integrity of the plane.
He pulls himself back up to almost full height with a weak attempt at a brave face by jauntily bracing his forearm on a barstool.]
You really, really like all types of drinks, huh?
[The "wine" in Vinea's name. That is the one verbal hook he's able to latch onto with nervous laughter.]
no subject
And then he's taking several steps back.]
—adorable...?
[Beatrice's aesthetic sense isn't exactly what repulses him. Hiyori is well versed in the ways of hipsters who stan rats and snakes. They're great for trolling people. What stuns him is the ease with which the "demon" appeared. All the laws of physics he used to know feel crushed into dust. Even in the most conservative interpretation where a trapdoor was used, Hiyori has to question his desperate assumptions about the integrity of the plane.
He pulls himself back up to almost full height with a weak attempt at a brave face by jauntily bracing his forearm on a barstool.]
You really, really like all types of drinks, huh?
[The "wine" in Vinea's name. That is the one verbal hook he's able to latch onto with nervous laughter.]