Vinzent Mayer Honestly? Vinzent was this close to tell Jack that he was the one deserving of strangling again, but…
Jack would have loved that, so all for the best to withhold it from him. Time for peace, not for…
Jack blinked several times when Vinzent turned to face him, apparently just now registering the new outfit. That was. Sure. Uh. Clothes. Or something. Okay then.
Vinzent Mayer “Really f-cking hilarious. What the h-ll do you want, a–hole?”
“I mean, money’s usually a good bet.”
Vinzent Mayer If you don’t have anything useful to say, I’ll be off.”
“Wow, so rude. Think y’ should just throw people away ’f they’re not useful enough?”
He certainly didn’t have anything useful to say, but he did take a clear rose of his own. After a good moment, the petals turned green. Well, that color was easier, even if it didn’t make any sense. He waggled the flower as much in Vinzent’s face as he could.
“Clearly ’m dying with envy over your new, uh, outfit-thing there.”
Dexter Blanche “Ms. Arty’s rose should go to the first one.” He says. “Because we already have a rose for… who I presume to be Mr. Abel and Ms. Fukuda, that’s Asuka. So this first one I believe is A names. Unless someone else here also has an A name.”
…Huh. What. He squinted at the preemptively sorted flowers and then the people in question. Okay, uh, some part of that probably made sense. What did their names have to do with rosy mood rings or whatever, though?
The completely blank look on his face was noticeable, but he didn’t ask anything aloud. His name didn’t start with an A, so it didn’t matter, anyway. …Right?
