[ Of all things, he really didn't expect Gustave to lighten the pressure of his insistent questions by being distracted by -- plumbing. He disappears so quickly into a crouch to peer through the cabinet that Verso is for a moment just caught off guard, still a bit thrown off by the time Gustave straightens to take the glass from his hand. He blinks, glancing between Gustave and the sink -- and he just laughs.
[ The softest murmur, gentle against his skin, and he lingers there for a few moments before he pulls away. ]
I'm gonna be honest, it's never occurred to me to find out. A lot of things on the Continent don't seem to operate by any real logic, and I've gotten used to it. [ Maman's chroma, what's left of the canvas' original painter, all of it seems to blend into something chaotic and dreamlike in so many places. Lumiere itself made more sense. The further they get from it, the less things hold. Verso's been out here so long that he's used to it, by now, especially when he understands the truth of what the world really is. ] We can investigate it together, if you'd like, but it's not really what I had in mind for the evening.
[ But maybe his imagined romantic evening being derailed into a detailed investigation of the Manor's systems would really only be fitting, for someone like Gustave. Verso honestly wouldn't even entirely mind, if only he still succeeds at pulling him into bed later, gets to lay him out and show him just how much he appreciates his adorable little engineer and all of his bright-eyed curiosity.
He nods at the glass of water. ]
-- But I kind of have to insist that you drink at least something.
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It's warm and achingly fond, his sweet ingΓ©nieur, inquisitive and bright and relentless in chasing down answers -- at least until he's distracted by other questions. Just like that he finds that tension he's carrying with him melting out of his shoulders, and he moves closer to settle his hand against Gustave's side, leaning in to brush a kiss to his cheek. ]
-- You're really cute.
[ The softest murmur, gentle against his skin, and he lingers there for a few moments before he pulls away. ]
I'm gonna be honest, it's never occurred to me to find out. A lot of things on the Continent don't seem to operate by any real logic, and I've gotten used to it. [ Maman's chroma, what's left of the canvas' original painter, all of it seems to blend into something chaotic and dreamlike in so many places. Lumiere itself made more sense. The further they get from it, the less things hold. Verso's been out here so long that he's used to it, by now, especially when he understands the truth of what the world really is. ] We can investigate it together, if you'd like, but it's not really what I had in mind for the evening.
[ But maybe his imagined romantic evening being derailed into a detailed investigation of the Manor's systems would really only be fitting, for someone like Gustave. Verso honestly wouldn't even entirely mind, if only he still succeeds at pulling him into bed later, gets to lay him out and show him just how much he appreciates his adorable little engineer and all of his bright-eyed curiosity.
He nods at the glass of water. ]
-- But I kind of have to insist that you drink at least something.
[ please gustave ]