Characters: Vincent Valentine, Rinoa, anyone else feeling up to giving Vinnie a scolding.
Content: So many things you forget to do when you're locked in a basement. Vincent and Rinoa finally meet up and hang out, and possibly see more familiar faces along the way.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel, though could change at any time.
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: None I can come up with~
Bed. It was a wonderful word, one most people took for granted. Bed, and food, and not having to sleep on a concrete floor 24/7. This hotel had it all, in his opinion.
Though... he had remembered the last time he was here. Because him and Lucrecia had begun to drift apart. That hadn't been something he'd enjoyed going through back then. But... seemed like he wouldn't have to anymore now. She was gone; possibly back home and even though most likely returned to the mako crystal, he said she was alright. He was. Everyone was going to be okay.
So why did it all still seem so off?
He sighed wearily, rubbing one hand to his forehead as he sat there on the bed. He was doing that thinking-too-much thing again. Couldn't he just relax?
Well. Not in a city like this. But he could try, at least.
He'd wanted to meet Rinoa for awhile now, but... extenuating circumstances prevented that. He would be sure not to vanish on her this time, not now. He wasn't ready for that yet. So he picked himself up off the bed, and made his way out the door, making sure to lock it behind him and slip the key into his pocket. While there wasn't anything really worth stealing, he wanted to keep things neat inside.
Down the hallways, checking a couple doors, he made his way to Rinoa's suite, occasionally calling out for any sign of the brunette. It was a rather large hotel... he hadn't quite taken the time to notice before, given the situation, so it would take some time to find the person he was looking for...