[She smiles, casting her eyes down to her tea before she takes another sip. It's good tea, she enjoys the floral notes and the tart, fruity tang on her tongue.
Kyrie looks up at Vergil, taking in how he sits and holds himself. He's quite unlike his brother who's so casual in his demeanor, far more proper and reserved. Not for the first time she finds herself reminded of Credo, and she wonders (uselessly) whether they might have got along.
She hopes so.]
So how often do you come up to the mountains? Is it a hobby for you?
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[She smiles, casting her eyes down to her tea before she takes another sip. It's good tea, she enjoys the floral notes and the tart, fruity tang on her tongue.
Kyrie looks up at Vergil, taking in how he sits and holds himself. He's quite unlike his brother who's so casual in his demeanor, far more proper and reserved. Not for the first time she finds herself reminded of Credo, and she wonders (uselessly) whether they might have got along.
She hopes so.]
So how often do you come up to the mountains? Is it a hobby for you?