#vince: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT U MEAN; I DON'T EAT. THAT'S WHAT MY CUSTOMERS DO NOT ME-

[sansgout]

“ it is not in vain to have a good APPETITE . ” / from hannibal ☺️☺️☺️

@multimusae || here is the match made in . . . anything but heaven, everyone

Vincent hates this.

He hates that the man need only say that one seemingly insignificant phrase to give him pause—rather, to practically stun him in place, as if he's been administered a shock and must power through the residual prickles lining his skin. He swallows what he can only imagine would be a sour taste in his mouth, smoothing the lines on his face to something far more impassive before peering over.

“I would assume anyone showing up at my restaurant would have one of those, yes,” Vincent says plainly. His jaw's become tight, and though the eyes of his companion feel as though they're cutting right into him, he eases out a careful breath to loosen up. “And so it's my business to sate that. Has yours been satisfied”—his lips quirk, a hardly convincing smile—“sir?”