Moving into view nice and early is a good idea. While Vincent's brother is apparently willing to go along with some wild stuff when it's coming from his twin, it's hard to say if he'd extend that same grace to his twin's strange, space-faring monster friend. Especially if that friend gets caught looking like he's planning to assassinate the guy at the door.

"My friend, from that place I went to?" Vincent continues speaking, quietly but with a measure of excitement coming back to his tone, "He's here. Ran into him today."

This is when Irahl finally gets a decent look (around Vincent) at the enigmatic Seth.

Aside from the initial damning detail of two seven-foot-tall men standing right next to each other, Seth looks different enough from his brother that he could conceivably be confused for a more distant relative. His skin is darker, his hair is a shade lighter and cropped short. Very clean. His eyes are brown, where Vincent's eyes are a modified blue (or, well, missing). They have near-identical builds, but Seth stands with impeccable posture and wears a long, perfectly-tailored coat. His clothes are doing everything in some poor tailor's power to create the illusion of a much slimmer figure than he actually has.

But when Seth's eyes dart to the figure now moving inside the room, Vincent's features are all clearly there in his face. The same angles, the same mouth and nose, the same world-weariness settled deep in the shades under his eyes. Seth doesn't immediately strike Irahl as someone who smiles very much, but he's certainly got the same hard-set frown as his cheerier brother.

As soon as he spots Irahl, one of Seth's hands go to the hilt of a sword at his side in a motion so fluid and practiced that he probably didn't even consciously think about doing it. He has two swords holstered at his right side, one at his left. He doesn't do anything, just rests his hand there as he narrows his eyes at the new presence in Vincent's house.

Vincent, noticing, turns his body a little to let the two of them actually look at each other.

"This's Irahl. We were actually gonna come talk to you in a couple days."

"Were you," asks Seth, giving absolutely no indication that it was a question. He glances briefly over the entirety of Irahl's person--which would normally be enough--but his frown deepens as he has to give Irahl a second visual pass, clearly trying to suss out just how tall he is. Cool and collected or not, it's very weird for him to see someone else his height aside from his brother.

"Yeah," Vincent continues, unfazed by the cold reception, "We need to get him set up here, an' I was hopin' you'd have some ideas."

"I'm leaving," Seth says abruptly, eyes focusing back on his brother's face. "Tomorrow evening."

"What?" Surprised, Vincent tilts his head to the side, "Why? You just got here..."

After barely a ghost of a sigh, Seth explains. His expression seems to soften infinitesimally whenever he's speaking to his brother.

"I've pushed off a great deal of my responsibilities in order to be here. If your business has concluded, I should not push them further." He spares one more glance at Irahl before finishing the thought towards Vincent, "Come see me. My hotel, tomorrow morning."

"Seth, why not--" Vincent sighs, much more animated, and gestures vaguely towards the interior of his apartment, "Why not just talk here? You're here. You're home."

"I won't," he states, again. There's a strange pause before he quietly specifies, "Why should I? You won't set foot in mine."

And this is a very odd moment to witness, because the comment sounds very calm and clinical as it leaves Seth's mouth, but Vincent reacts like he was just told something kind of upsetting or mean, and then Seth almost looks a little bit sad to have said it. After a loaded silence, Vincent leans forward to rest his forehead on his brother's shoulder.

"You stupid pain in the ass," he says, but where it seems like more words should follow, Vincent says nothing.

Seth looks down at his brother, still frowning, but does put an arm around Vincent's back in some vague semblance of a hug. After a moment, he proves that at least one of them is aware that this is probably pretty awkward for the guy still standing in the living room by saying, "You're being dramatic."

"Says you," Vincent says back, but he does straighten up out of it enough to disengage and huff, "Fuckin'... Fine, we'll come by in the mornin'."

And now that this bizarre family interaction seems to have run it's course, or something, Seth finally turns his rather intense gaze back to Irahl, addressing him directly. Very crisp, very formal. And like nothing weird had just happened.

"I understand that you took care of my little brother while the two of you were away. Correct?"

Vincent says nothing, busy looking vaguely annoyed by his sibling.