Funny, Vincent normally has no idea what to do with compliments. His usual instincts are to throw them away with self-deprecative sarcasm or deflect focus to the other person's talents instead. But he has such a high opinion of Irahl that he honestly... He kind of loves this. He chuckles around the hilt of his sword.
"I mean, I'd hit a lot harder too."
Likewise, he feels compelled to brag a little. And not even in a joking way. He's... Actually not completely sure what kind of way it is. He's got something right on the tip of his tongue about how he'll start blushing if Irahl doesn't stop, but he doesn't actually want him to stop so he never actually starts saying it.
Which is all the silence a certain scrap rat needs to interrupt, barreling up to Vincent and skidding to a stop that sends shrapnel gravel flying. The guy's entrance was in no way quiet, but Vincent flinches back out of reflex and swears under his breath anyway.
"Circuit's clear! Not a peep." Kneecap has somehow gotten some kind of engine grease on his chin and cheek since the last time they'd been close. He grins widely up at both of them, "You lads done solderin' scrap in half?"
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"I mean, I'd hit a lot harder too."
Likewise, he feels compelled to brag a little. And not even in a joking way. He's... Actually not completely sure what kind of way it is. He's got something right on the tip of his tongue about how he'll start blushing if Irahl doesn't stop, but he doesn't actually want him to stop so he never actually starts saying it.
Which is all the silence a certain scrap rat needs to interrupt, barreling up to Vincent and skidding to a stop that sends shrapnel gravel flying. The guy's entrance was in no way quiet, but Vincent flinches back out of reflex and swears under his breath anyway.
"Circuit's clear! Not a peep." Kneecap has somehow gotten some kind of engine grease on his chin and cheek since the last time they'd been close. He grins widely up at both of them, "You lads done solderin' scrap in half?"