[ Vincent literally does not know what hit him - all that he is aware of is that something exploded in a mass of water upon hitting his head, leaving his lovely blond locks hanging like limp seaweed. He's altogether startled and affronted, body wound up tight and face stuck in a grimace beneath a dripping veil of hair.
But it's okay! He's got this. He'll simply... run his fingers through his hair, and delicately wipe away the remaining droplets. Not without looking for the culprit or this misdemeanor in the process, mind. ]
It seems that a prankster is afoot?
[ He's all chuckles and smiles, but there's just that twinge of annoyance at the edge of his lips. ]
Option 4:
[ It was odd indeed for Vincent to refrain from physical touch, but it seemed to him that this new world had presented him with a challenge. Mostly doubtful of its tales of consequence, he had decided to learn of them first-hand. Surprisingly enough, all that they had said was true, and Vincent had allowed the symptoms to progress just enough that he saw it fit to end the cycle.
Perhaps it would make physical touch all the sweeter, now. Oh, wouldn't that be fun.
He's carefully picked out his prey for the evening. Male or female, familiar or not - those things don't matter to him at present, but instead, how interesting that they seem. Approaching, he offers a seemingly modest smile, forced as it may be in his delicate condition. ]
Ah, please forgive me for the sudden intrusion. It seems that fervor has outweighed my manners.
[ To those that know him, the tone may be recognized as mocking, or something for show - and his smirk perhaps more apparent, as he gently caresses their hand in his own. ]
Would you be so kind as to humor a foolish man this evening?
Vincent Nightray | Pandora Hearts
[ Vincent literally does not know what hit him - all that he is aware of is that something exploded in a mass of water upon hitting his head, leaving his lovely blond locks hanging like limp seaweed. He's altogether startled and affronted, body wound up tight and face stuck in a grimace beneath a dripping veil of hair.
But it's okay! He's got this. He'll simply... run his fingers through his hair, and delicately wipe away the remaining droplets. Not without looking for the culprit or this misdemeanor in the process, mind. ]
It seems that a prankster is afoot?
[ He's all chuckles and smiles, but there's just that twinge of annoyance at the edge of his lips. ]
Option 4:
[ It was odd indeed for Vincent to refrain from physical touch, but it seemed to him that this new world had presented him with a challenge. Mostly doubtful of its tales of consequence, he had decided to learn of them first-hand. Surprisingly enough, all that they had said was true, and Vincent had allowed the symptoms to progress just enough that he saw it fit to end the cycle.
Perhaps it would make physical touch all the sweeter, now. Oh, wouldn't that be fun.
He's carefully picked out his prey for the evening. Male or female, familiar or not - those things don't matter to him at present, but instead, how interesting that they seem. Approaching, he offers a seemingly modest smile, forced as it may be in his delicate condition. ]
Ah, please forgive me for the sudden intrusion. It seems that fervor has outweighed my manners.
[ To those that know him, the tone may be recognized as mocking, or something for show - and his smirk perhaps more apparent, as he gently caresses their hand in his own. ]
Would you be so kind as to humor a foolish man this evening?