If there are goosebumps rising up to his neck at Aventurine's petty behavior, Veritas ignores it in favor of not dropping the man at this very moment. He's just glad his own simple, droning tune could distract and temper the young man's irritable temper to a calm simmer. There's a sense of pride that fills his chest when he can all but feel the tension leave Aventurine's body against his back. And there's a soft sigh that leaves him when feels the gambler on his back drift off into a restful sleep.
That sense of pride immediately gives way to annoyance as he realized he overshot his efforts standing in front of the gambler's door. This is what he gets for being an overachiever… He's not going to wake up the man and ruin his efforts. He'll just have to make it work. Veritas readjusts his grip, leaning forward at less of a steep angle so that he can have one arm supporting from below and most of the weight resting on his back to prevent Aventurine from sliding down.
He wants to let sleeping gamblers lie, and he will. He'll only borrow his arm for a bit… Thanks to how relaxed he was, it was easy for Veritas's free hand to gently coax Aventurine's armband towards the scanner before entering the room and closing the door behind him with his foot.
Veritas lays him down on the bed as nicely as he can, noting the suite room accommodations. He looks over his shoulder and frowns at what he sees. Is he even going to sleep comfortably in all those gaudy vestments? It would be improper to overstep his boundaries, but the least he can do it take off his shoes and accessories.
He sets the shoes at bedside while the accessories like his rings, watch, and bracelet go on the nightstand at the side of his bed. That should be enough… If there are any pauses he makes during his effort to help him sleep without hassle or sees anything he isn't meant to, then Veritas respectfully turns his head the other way.
He sighs as he finds a moment to rest. Honestly, he's envious of how soundly the gambler is sleeping. Veritas is exhausted just from his short time within this apparently walking vessel — Aeons, he has to confirm whether that’s true or not doesn't he? His head was already starting to pound… He should leave. He's taken the gambler to a safe space to sleep, his job is done. But… In all honesty, his eyes keep drifting to a corner of the room where the bathroom is.
He muses deeply before coming to a decision: he'll apologize to the gambler afterwards, but he's going to be borrowing his utilities. He needs to clear his head and body of the filth from outside.
suffering from success
If there are goosebumps rising up to his neck at Aventurine's petty behavior, Veritas ignores it in favor of not dropping the man at this very moment. He's just glad his own simple, droning tune could distract and temper the young man's irritable temper to a calm simmer. There's a sense of pride that fills his chest when he can all but feel the tension leave Aventurine's body against his back. And there's a soft sigh that leaves him when feels the gambler on his back drift off into a restful sleep.
That sense of pride immediately gives way to annoyance as he realized he overshot his efforts standing in front of the gambler's door. This is what he gets for being an overachiever… He's not going to wake up the man and ruin his efforts. He'll just have to make it work. Veritas readjusts his grip, leaning forward at less of a steep angle so that he can have one arm supporting from below and most of the weight resting on his back to prevent Aventurine from sliding down.
He wants to let sleeping gamblers lie, and he will. He'll only borrow his arm for a bit… Thanks to how relaxed he was, it was easy for Veritas's free hand to gently coax Aventurine's armband towards the scanner before entering the room and closing the door behind him with his foot.
Veritas lays him down on the bed as nicely as he can, noting the suite room accommodations. He looks over his shoulder and frowns at what he sees. Is he even going to sleep comfortably in all those gaudy vestments? It would be improper to overstep his boundaries, but the least he can do it take off his shoes and accessories.
He sets the shoes at bedside while the accessories like his rings, watch, and bracelet go on the nightstand at the side of his bed. That should be enough… If there are any pauses he makes during his effort to help him sleep without hassle or sees anything he isn't meant to, then Veritas respectfully turns his head the other way.
He sighs as he finds a moment to rest. Honestly, he's envious of how soundly the gambler is sleeping. Veritas is exhausted just from his short time within this apparently walking vessel — Aeons, he has to confirm whether that’s true or not doesn't he? His head was already starting to pound… He should leave. He's taken the gambler to a safe space to sleep, his job is done. But… In all honesty, his eyes keep drifting to a corner of the room where the bathroom is.
He muses deeply before coming to a decision: he'll apologize to the gambler afterwards, but he's going to be borrowing his utilities. He needs to clear his head and body of the filth from outside.