While the puppy remains a factor, Vrenille rubs absently behind her ears and strokes along the top of her head. It's just what seems necessary though, a basic level of placation. He's thinking about the apartment he saw in K's memories, the ways people in his world spoke to him, the counterpoints with this one.
It shouldn't be difficult to score a mark on the plus side when the bar is literally on the floor like it has been in so many of K's past experiences, and yet somehow, things in this city seem to keep kicking him while he's down.
"I got you two," he says, pulling twin packs of cigarettes out of a jacket pocket and setting them down for K.
And then he takes the liberty of pouring a drink for them both, selecting something from the available bottles, opting for whatever looks hard but smooth, or at least as smooth as possible. (He and Hakkyuu drink whiskey when they want to drink something strong, so if that's an option, he'll choose it now.) He waits until K's lit his next cigarette before passing him a glass.
"You said you're not angry," his eyes are worried. Maybe K will just tell him he doesn't want to talk about this, maybe it won't do any good...but maybe it will do, maybe talking it through will help a little. "What are you feeling?"
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Date: 2023-04-01 01:26 pm (UTC)It shouldn't be difficult to score a mark on the plus side when the bar is literally on the floor like it has been in so many of K's past experiences, and yet somehow, things in this city seem to keep kicking him while he's down.
"I got you two," he says, pulling twin packs of cigarettes out of a jacket pocket and setting them down for K.
And then he takes the liberty of pouring a drink for them both, selecting something from the available bottles, opting for whatever looks hard but smooth, or at least as smooth as possible. (He and Hakkyuu drink whiskey when they want to drink something strong, so if that's an option, he'll choose it now.) He waits until K's lit his next cigarette before passing him a glass.
"You said you're not angry," his eyes are worried. Maybe K will just tell him he doesn't want to talk about this, maybe it won't do any good...but maybe it will do, maybe talking it through will help a little. "What are you feeling?"