[vincent meets reno's grin with a scowl, dark brows pinching and red eyes narrowing over the edge of his collar. "delighted" doesn't even cross his mind; that's the smile of a man up to something, and whatever it is, vincent is dead sure he won't like it
still, even with his hackles raised he remains to listen, rather than disappearing in a swirl of red like he's itching to do. when the warning comes he's glad, begrudgingly, that he stayed]
I will. [he nods, once, expression easing into a softer, more thoughtful frown] What do you mean by "he doesn't remember the kids right"?
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still, even with his hackles raised he remains to listen, rather than disappearing in a swirl of red like he's itching to do. when the warning comes he's glad, begrudgingly, that he stayed]
I will. [he nods, once, expression easing into a softer, more thoughtful frown] What do you mean by "he doesn't remember the kids right"?