[Vergil's intention had been to remain on the train long enough for the two of them to get their initial reunion out of their system. One look at the blubbering mess his son has become and the equally weepy one Kyrie's made of herself, however, he's come to the conclusion that he could have ridden the entire circuit of the train before that would be possible. Maybe even twice.]
[So, he delayed his interruption for as long as he could. Lingering on the train even as he could hear them calling out to each other. (Or rather Nero repeatedly hollering Kyrie's name to an excessive degree like the girl was somehow ignoring him.) Disposing of Kyrie's trash and his own emptied cup of tea only to discover Nero still had yet to put her down. Removing his scarf and neatly folding it, when it was becoming increasingly clear they've forgotten they're out in public. He's in the middle of contemplating the merits of contacting Dante about clearing out of the house for a while to give Nero and Kyrie their privacy just for something to do other than tolerate this saccharine display of affection when Nero finally seems to remember Vergil exists. In the same space. As he's being so...demonstratively affectionate.]
[A fact that likely neither father nor son actually wished to acknowledge despite the reality confronting them both so severely right now. Well... At least it saves Vergil from figuring out how exactly to acquire Nero's attention for a moment.]
[Vergil clears his throat and steps a little closer so that he may hold out Kyrie's wet shoes to Nero.]
Pardon the interruption, but you may wish to bring these home with you if they are to be at all salvageable. [Vergil is very pointedly looking at the shoes, not at Nero or Kyrie. Given that he's fairly certain not much exchange of information has been given, Vergil provides Nero at least with enough to understand why he has a pair of Kyrie's shoes and why exactly they're soaked instead of on her feet.] I was on my way back from Mizu's cabin when I found her.
[Which ought to be enough for Nero to piece together that Kyrie was quite a ways out from what little civilization there is in Wintermute. Assuming Nero's not too flooded with emotion right now to actually piece anything together beyond Kyrie, Kyrie, Kyrie, Kyrie.]
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[So, he delayed his interruption for as long as he could. Lingering on the train even as he could hear them calling out to each other. (Or rather Nero repeatedly hollering Kyrie's name to an excessive degree like the girl was somehow ignoring him.) Disposing of Kyrie's trash and his own emptied cup of tea only to discover Nero still had yet to put her down. Removing his scarf and neatly folding it, when it was becoming increasingly clear they've forgotten they're out in public. He's in the middle of contemplating the merits of contacting Dante about clearing out of the house for a while to give Nero and Kyrie their privacy just for something to do other than tolerate this saccharine display of affection when Nero finally seems to remember Vergil exists. In the same space. As he's being so...demonstratively affectionate.]
[A fact that likely neither father nor son actually wished to acknowledge despite the reality confronting them both so severely right now. Well... At least it saves Vergil from figuring out how exactly to acquire Nero's attention for a moment.]
[Vergil clears his throat and steps a little closer so that he may hold out Kyrie's wet shoes to Nero.]
Pardon the interruption, but you may wish to bring these home with you if they are to be at all salvageable. [Vergil is very pointedly looking at the shoes, not at Nero or Kyrie. Given that he's fairly certain not much exchange of information has been given, Vergil provides Nero at least with enough to understand why he has a pair of Kyrie's shoes and why exactly they're soaked instead of on her feet.] I was on my way back from Mizu's cabin when I found her.
[Which ought to be enough for Nero to piece together that Kyrie was quite a ways out from what little civilization there is in Wintermute. Assuming Nero's not too flooded with emotion right now to actually piece anything together beyond Kyrie, Kyrie, Kyrie, Kyrie.]
[(Four times, child? Four?)]