Venom had been through awkward conversations before and was no stranger to them. As the Guild Head, awkward discussions and he had by now made good friends, and he prided himself on being able to diffuse them. But somehow, this one in particular... Was there a right way to put it? It felt... weary. Suffocatingly complicated, especially when thought was put into the specifics of what had happened to them and what could possibly happen in the future.
Whatever it meant, he wasn't planning on staying here for long. He'd find those responsible for this, punish them, destroy this institute and all those capable of replicating it, and return to the Guild. End of story.
His eyes stayed firm on the table like it was a lifeline, but that didn't mean he hadn't noticed where the vampire's attention was. Nnngh, why was he staring at him? Wasn't his discomfort obvious enough? Even Sora had no problems reading his intentions. He ended up pawing at his own hair, pulling the strands back into his face to mask his expression (he was sure that, somewhere across the cafeteria, Nurse's sixth sense was going off and she would be back to harass him any moment for doing such a thing, but he couldn't say he cared) and trying to stifle the sigh of relief that came with being hidden again.
It wasn't a change of topic that the vampire instigated (how would that transition manifest itself? Asking about the weather seemed far-fetched), but it was at least something to focus on.
"It hadn't happened the night before last, but, according to both the intercom and everyone I spoke with, the events then hadn't been planned by Landel either." Mask back on, his earlier hesitation quelled itself and his voice became more cold and professional. It wasn't personal to him anymore, just a job as always. "It's a safe a guess as any to assume this was the same.
"If that is the case," he added after a moment, quietly rolling a strawberry across his fingers, "I'd suggest preparing yourselves for the unexpected."
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Whatever it meant, he wasn't planning on staying here for long. He'd find those responsible for this, punish them, destroy this institute and all those capable of replicating it, and return to the Guild. End of story.
His eyes stayed firm on the table like it was a lifeline, but that didn't mean he hadn't noticed where the vampire's attention was. Nnngh, why was he staring at him? Wasn't his discomfort obvious enough? Even Sora had no problems reading his intentions. He ended up pawing at his own hair, pulling the strands back into his face to mask his expression (he was sure that, somewhere across the cafeteria, Nurse's sixth sense was going off and she would be back to harass him any moment for doing such a thing, but he couldn't say he cared) and trying to stifle the sigh of relief that came with being hidden again.
It wasn't a change of topic that the vampire instigated (how would that transition manifest itself? Asking about the weather seemed far-fetched), but it was at least something to focus on.
"It hadn't happened the night before last, but, according to both the intercom and everyone I spoke with, the events then hadn't been planned by Landel either." Mask back on, his earlier hesitation quelled itself and his voice became more cold and professional. It wasn't personal to him anymore, just a job as always. "It's a safe a guess as any to assume this was the same.
"If that is the case," he added after a moment, quietly rolling a strawberry across his fingers, "I'd suggest preparing yourselves for the unexpected."