- 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐒
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- It was a relief to find that the owner of the bag that Vincent had accidentally run straight into was not enraged. Despite that not having been something Vincent had prepared himself to handle, the feeling wouldn't have necessarily been completely out of the question. He had, after all, just collided with something valuable. Or, if not valuable, then personal. The incident seemed typical, in Vincent's eyes; even his mother used to make comments when he was younger, muttering that Vincent hadn't truly arrived until he broke something. Most of the time, the breaking of an object was completely accidental. Most of the time. In Vincent's defence, he simply found himself caught up in the moment, and he often found himself gazing at the bigger picture - quite literally. He knew that still didn't make up for the damages he often caused, though.
He tuned back into the conversation as the bag owner stepped closer to him. He had a bright smile, a welcoming smile, and Vincent found himself returning it with ease. He had kind, dark eyes, the type that seemed to glisten with laughter, and a bright look across his features. Vincent knew many people, and knew of many more people, given how social the Baros family had to be, but he had to admit, this was the first time he had run into this gentleman. "Well, in that case, I suppose your bags will have to get a nice, glistening clean, hm?" Vincent tucked his hands behind his back, a light smile still lingering against his lips. "Such valuable items tossed on such a dirty floor. Although I must say, I would not be surprised if Her Majesty the Queen had these very tiles polished to perfection right after the carriages rolled out. I am even sure that if you look hard enough, you will see your reflection staring right back at you!" That was evidently far from the truth, and anyone would know that reflections from stone tiles were not really a real thing, but it was fun to make light of the conversation regardless. Vincent wasn't sure how he'd feel if everything was all mannerly and posh right from the get-go. Manners were driven into him from a young age, but that didn't mean Vincent enjoyed standing rigidly and proper at all hours of the day.
His brows raised slightly, head tilting just a bit, as he gazed at the man in front of him. "Bristol?" he echoed. "Have you travelled to London before? I cannot say you look familiar... and I only say this because my mother has tried to introduce me to everyone in Europe." He rolled his eyes in addition to his sarcasm, but humour arose across his features once more as the stranger tapped the bag with the side of his boot. "I suppose you must have had some prior experience to conclude their level of, ah, sturdiness," he chuckled. "I may have to do just the same. For research, of course." His head tipped down slightly and his eyes widened, as if he was being serious with that last statement.
The humour momentarily broke free as he revealed himself as Matsu Taylor. Vincent knew now that he certainly had not come across his family before. "Vincent Baros," he returned, shaking Matsu's hand. "It seems I, too, have given two names. Funny how that works!" He shifted back so that Matsu could squeeze around the carriage. "Have you been travelling long? I can only imagine how stiff you must feel right now!"
