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[early January; text; un: AUO]
he's going to guess that Zulius prefers prompt and fabulous over fashionable and late, waiting until about three hours before their supposed departure time before he sends a followup text. ]
zulius,
there's no rest for the wicked; something's come up and my attention and presence is needed more urgently for a different meeting, so i'm going to step out of the trip. i'm apparently coming into a sizable piece of property and that needs to be dealt with--however, i'm sending a representative in my place, so please go have some fun on my dime anyways. we'll have to drink obnoxiously expensive cocktails and borderline insult people together some other time
g
[ and if the king played his cards right, that text should drop roughly a few minutes before Zulius finds himself standing in a VIP lounge with one Vergil Vittore.
hopefully Vergil took his suggestion about the flowers. ]
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He's pulling a scarf down from where it had been bundled up around his neck when he gets the test, pausing to read it. He's...admittedly a little disappointed. He likes Gil. He was looking forward to some time away helping him with his...whatever it was and then being able to get drunk and say catty things about random people which is the truest sign of friendship Zulius knows. But he's not gonna hold it against the guy. He's busy- with...whatever it is he actually does. What IS Gil's job?, It's a mystery.]
DW about it Babe! It happens! Not gonna say no to a free trip tho. The Entertainment District is full of these cake-cat things. Don't go there. It's weird. Gonna get my staff to try and shoo them while I'm away. I'm holding you to that one though! You totes owe me. Enjoy your property thing.
Zules xoxo
[Zulius puts his phone away and carries on into the lounge and- pauses. Because Vergil is here. Vergil is right here and Zulius might be an idiot in many things but even he can sense shenanigans. He glances around them, like he's expecting some...hidden camera or something, before stepping a little closer.]
...Verg?
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But no, it was a ... fun idea, he had eventually admitted over a glass of wine sometime before Christmas when Gilgamesh suggested a 'date far from the wreckage of the city' after their original date had been ruined by. You know. A nine headed dragon from hell.
Vergil's dressed in his usual oddly victorian wear, cravat at his neck and long, velvet coat down to his knees--but his sword is mysteriously missing. Given you know. It probably wouldn't make it through customs. He opens his arms in a somewhat awkward gesture that screams 'surprise.'
He absolutely does not say the words, though. ]
I am just as surprised as you are that this is the gift our dear Golden Friend came up with.
...I do imagine I knew a little furthur in advance, however.
[ it sure is Verg. The 'replacement' for this apparent weekend trip to new york was none other than Zulius' own boyfriend. ]
He was not lying about the property thing, however. Crazier things have happened.
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He's sneakier than I gave him credit for! I'm gonna have to watch him, next time. He totes got me.
[He takes advantage of Vergil's awkward open-arms surprise gesture to step in close, pressing a little peck of a kiss to the corner of Vergil's mouth. He has to rear up on his hind legs a little to get there- but at least with the illusion on it just looks like he's standing on his tippy-toes. He drops back down with a grin, patting a hand on Vergil's chest- noting the cravat. Of course, he's gonna wear a cravat to New York, of course. With a grin. ]
I'm gonna have to watch you, too. You're sneakier than I gave you credit for as well, it shan't happen again, signore. You've used up the one chance you got to be sneaky with me, you better make the most of it.
[He steps back, giving Vergil some space again, still looking extremely amused.]
That's something I need to hear about- I would have let that slide as a legit lie, but guess not! So, I'm guessing we're not going to New York to schmooze with Gil's business people and then make catty comments about them after?
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He rests a hand just above the spot where Zulius' human half meets the Zebra half, and makes a half-huff in the back of his throat only after the kiss is delivered. Trying, maybe, not to sound too smug. ]
I would not admit to any sneakiness that I did on my own. I will, however, admit that I am capable of making plans alongside a mastermind. [ which means exactly what Zulius is thinking: ]
I am not quite in the 'know' how one goes around 'schmoozing' with business people, even if I have done such trips with the man in Europe before. Generally, it was me listening to his comments while likewise undercutting their practices.
...No, it will be a little different.
I hope you are not opposed to three different shows over the weekend. Starting with Sweeny Todd, and Hadestown--and ending with--what was it called...
[ he pulls a very neat little leather-bound notebook with tickets inside it out, showing it to zulius. ]
--Ah, yes. CHICAGO.
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He also appreciates the touch, leaning into it once he's back on all four hooves again, a grin crossing his features at the huff. Vergil is so very smug, but Zulius supposes he's earned it. This was a pretty impressive ruse he pulled. ]
Oh, I see. So you were an assistant sneak, I see how it is.
[Despite being the "victim" of this sneakiness, he sounds absolutely fucking delighted. He's having the best time here.]
It's kinda like that but with a little more sass to it. Like "oh no, they DIDN' just say that" [he waves his finger, bobbing his head in a zig-zag pattern and making a "uh uh!!" noise] - that sort of thing.
[Oh. But then Vergil presents what they're going to be doing this weekend and he just lights up. He peers at the proffered notebook, with the tickets in is and lets out a little squeal of delight, bouncing up and down on his hooves. He doesn't know what he expected when he saw Vergil here instead of Gil- maybe some museum or an art gallery or an antiques fair- something deeply Vergil. And Zulius would have been happy with it- because it was always about spending time with Vergil more than it ever was about what they were doing while they were spending time together.
But this? This is an unexpected treat. He feels very spoiled right now, and more importantly:]
You remembered Sweeny Todd! [That particular rant feels like a lifetime ago, but Vergil remembered and that means so very much. He's used to people tuning him out and never remembering half of what he says- he's learned to accept that for what it was. But here's Vergil, remembering a conversation they had months ago. ] And HAH, obvi, I would be super not opposed to three different shows! Those are great picks, Babe. And really? A whole THREE of them? That's, like, such a treat. What'd I do to deserve that?
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[ it's almost like gil was taking this 'friendship' thing Vergil's trying seriously. it's honestly a new experience for everyone. (except zulius. zulius has mastered the art of thoughtful friendship.)
His shoulders come up a little as that smug feeling continues to grow--Zulius' excitement confirming that his choices had been right when Gilgamesh asked what sort of shows to book for the weekend.
He hadn't forgotten their conversation about the morbid yet fascinating stage play. Like a steel trap, he'd held onto it and brought it out when most relevant.
The clip-clop of hooves (despite Zulius' illusion) was an odd sort of. Music to his ears, and he carefully closes the notebook, placing it back inside the hidden pocket inside his longcoat. ]
This was Gilgamesh's idea, I will not take credit for it. But I felt it was a ... proper way to make up for the previous date I set up for us that got destroyed by a certain nine-headed dragon. That's why it is deserved.
[ it's nothing so grand--not to him. their date got ruined. so he planned a better one, with a little help from his best friend. simple as that. ]
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[He'll reach up to pat Vergil gently on the chest. There there.
Zulius could run a friendship seminar at this point- sometimes he really wonders if he should, given now many socially awkward people he's allowed into his life. There are so many, they could use the boost!
Zulius is absolutely delighted by this- he doesn't even notice a few people looking up, confused, trying to locate the horse that they can definitely hear. He's too happy at the prospect of spending a weekend in New York watching a bunch of shows- and even better, he gets to do it with Vergil.
And then the rest of what his boyfriend tells him sets in and he blinks up, surprised. ]
Wait. You're... replacing a dinner at a fancy restaurant with a whole weekend in one of the biggest cities in the world?
[He thought this was a completely separate thing! This is not an equivalent exchange, SIR??]
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It was once again just some great bastion to show exactly how unused to dealing with others he is. This was his fix. THIS WAS HIS FIX.
He adjusts the gemstone that sits atop of the cravat he's wearing, adjusting his collar with a glance that looks away--it's ALMOST a guilty expression, but it becomes more slowly apparent it's more of an embarrassed one. ]
Is there a problem with it?
[ ...seriously is there a problem with it, help. ]
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Luckily for Vergil, Zulius really does find Vergil's inability to follow normal social steps- even romantic ones, it seems, deeply endearing. The fussing with the collar only makes it more so.]
Oh no, noooope it's not a problem at all, you Goober. [He'll just lean in to pat his arm.] I'm just gonna have to work on trying to outdo you on this one. Might take me a while, you know I hate admitting when someones beat me, and I'm soooo not saying that- but you've definitely had a temporary win. Because this is so EXtra.
[He flashes a wider smirk.]
I'm gonna have to get you a nice present while we're there. I didn't bring one with me, because I wasn't expecting a date~
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You know. there are worse things to be called, he decides, and lets the moment pass. Because it was absolutely not something he thought to be 'too much'--zulius liked Big City shit and Kaisou was a fucking mess right now--going to a different, not-wrecked city made a lot of sense.
To him.
Curb the feeling of loss of his own hotel being half-wrecked by visiting a different one while away from all the stress and tangle? Made sense.
It's what his family would do.
Hm. ]
I'll allow you proper time to outdo me. I'm more than certain you're capable of it, but I will take my victory crown for as long as I can hold it.
And very well.
I'm sure there's a good number of shops we can visit in New York, as well.
Truth be told, I have never been.
[ time to start walking to their gate--of course, Gilgamesh has a private jet so zulius doesn't have to deal with being a centaur on a plane with a ton of weirdos. ]
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It's honestly a deeply thoughtful date. It's SUPER extra, but honestly, he's come to expect Vergil being extra in really... endearing but awkward ways. He loves New York, he loves the theatre- this is a real treat for him! He's extremely touched by all of it. ]
I'm gonna let you crow about it for a little while. Like. A minimal amount of crowing- as a treat. Because you did do a pretty sneaky job on this one, Handsome.
[He'll follow Vergil along- real glad for the private jet. He hasn't actually flown since the whole...centauring, and he really doesn't like the idea of trying to push himself into a regular aeroplane seat. It would be super uncomfortable.
But as Vergil says that, his ears perk up, hidden by the illusion. And slowly, a plan is forming. A plan to get back (lovingly) for this trickery. Or...at least make things a little even. He's gonna just grin to himself as he plots, moving to slip his arm around Vergil's as they walk.]
Is that a fact? So you've not seen any of the Big Apple?
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[ a joke, or is he serious? one may never know. He walks alongside the zebra-in-disguise. It's probably weird that his sword isn't at his side, but. You know. Airports. ]
That is a fact.
Despite the fact that I buy, sell, and trade vintage goods and old artifacts worldwide, I am not as well travelled as someone as, say, Gil is. I have been to many places in Europe, and even to China and Hong Kong. But moving to Kaisou was my first step into North America.
...Which is why my father calls once a week asking when I will be going home.
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[His masses and masses of pride. His entire galaxies worth of pride. It IS weird to see Vergil without his ever-present sword, but he would rather them be able to get through security and actually get to go on vacay instead of spending it in a holding cell. He did say it doesn't matter what one does on a date, it matters who you're doing it with, but he definitely didn't mean that.
But yes, this is good. He knows the PERFECT place to take Vergil. He might be letting Vergil wear the crown on this one, but he's still gonna throw something at him that's full of love an affection and Vergil can do nothing about it. ]
I know somewhere we need to visit, a MUST see. And that's pretty neat! I got to see plenty of places when I was a kid and mom or dad were on location, but spending hours on a film set instead of actually visiting other countries isn't exactly the same, y'know? But boo to your dad anyway. He doesn't get to dictate that.
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Zulius had been--and always will be--the more thoughtful of the two of them, merely because he's certain this man runs on the power of love or something. But all the same, he's curious about what the other has planned already. ]
I would say being stuck 'on set' made visiting any country irritating. Were you even allowed to leave the set and get up to your own ... 'shenanigans.' [ that word felt weird to say. ]
Also, yes. He will one day have to settle with the idea that I plan on living here until the heat death of the universe.
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Also wanting to see Vergil react to an old-ass library full of Blake stuff and give him some much-needed joy in his life. That too. He's got it bad and he wants Vergil to be happy, sue him. ]
Nuh-uh, Mom doesn't approve of the sort of shenanigans I get into. She let me out like, once when I was sixteen and even then I had a minder. I for away from him and ended up doing, like, a pole dance in London because it was there and why wouldn't I? Anyway, the paps got wind of it and from that point on I wasn't allowed to go anywhere fun ever again. Rude, honestly.
[So rude, the rudest!!! But a small smile crosses his face as he gives Vergil a little nudge as they walk.]
Glad to hear it. I've got attached to you being around, Big Guy. It'd suck a lot if you vanished off across the ocean.