[Just one more thing that makes V stand out among the party, despite his casual clothes done-up in all black. His demeanor is more placid, more subdued than most here; even as he speaks to Cain, he has to pitch his tone up a notch so that he can be heard over a group's rambunctious laughter nearby.
Even his huff of laughter dies in the swell of all the noise.]
I'm used to a quiet corner, a book in hand and a fireplace crackling beside me.
[It's a stretch of a truth, but it was a truth, once -- long ago, through barely measured time. The rest of his experiences are not quite what the other is seeking, not in the confines of this particular conversation.]
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Even his huff of laughter dies in the swell of all the noise.]
I'm used to a quiet corner, a book in hand and a fireplace crackling beside me.
[It's a stretch of a truth, but it was a truth, once -- long ago, through barely measured time. The rest of his experiences are not quite what the other is seeking, not in the confines of this particular conversation.]