The thing that's most different for him about this place is the sameness of everyday existence here. At home he travels. A continent a week sometimes, just to keep moving because... well... he's restless and has nothing that ties him to any one place for very long, although he's got ties to many places now. But here...
It's still bigger than his coffin in the basement at Shinra Manor, and at those times when he starts to feel a bit closed in, he reminds himself of that and is grateful for the expanse of forest beyond the lake and the clear space over the lake, for the mountain rising above it all, for his room here.
And most of all, he's grateful for his friends... or friend, as the case seems to be; he doesn't do relationships readily. So when Tifa works, he... likes to be there with her. Somewhere deep down inside she makes him smile, even if he generally chooses not to let that show
( ... )
She spots him when she's mid-stretch, fingers clasped and arms angled out behind her. A smile spreads across her face, and letting her arms drop back down to her sides, she steps up to the bar as if to meet him and then props her chin on her hand attentively.
"Vincent." Their stoic Vincent is always a welcome customer. "Can I get you something?"
It contents her that he's made his way over after seeing her behind the bar. It's just the kind of thing friends do, and despite the fact that she's thought of him as a friend for some time now, Vincent... hasn't always been somebody she'd thought would do something like that.
A dose of self-esteem would be nice. Unfortunately that doesn't come out of a bottle, and so he looks over at the specials board and shrugs. "Surprise me."
He... likes her new Seventh Heaven in Edge, the one she's just opened. Seeing it in person now that it's a going concern will happen some day, he's sure, even if it was not to be this time around. Behind the bar she's so fluid and graceful not that she doesn't behave similarly all the time. It's just that much more noticeable when she's busy doing what she does so well.
His level of need for food and drink is still far lower than average. That he survived those thirty years on nothing but air still surprises him when he thinks about it... although that's something he tries not to do. At any rate, he trusts Tifa to come up with something he'll like... not that he's terribly picky about that sort of thing. He even ate Marlene's cupcakes that one time.
She'll stick with her special, but she watches him very consideringly for a second or two before she -- with a little bit of a mischievous gleam in her eye -- picks up the bar's book of drinks just long enough to check one thing and then starts by getting out a champagne saucer.
A little champagne and a little red Burgundy -- he should like that, she's sure -- later, she's presenting him with the glass, garnished with a mint leaf.
She feels a little... observed for a minute, but her smile doesn't fade. This one might seem a bit more intent about it than most, but being studied feels like it comes with the territory sometimes.
The head tilting a moment before reminded her slightly of Vincent, and that idea doesn't go away.
It's the concise way of talking, she thinks... but more importantly, it's the first time she's actually been asked to provide food. She guesses she shouldn't be surprised -- they can't just put up a sign that says get your dinner elsewhere while the bar's taking a break.
"Want lettuce and tomato on it?" It's kind of exciting. It's just a turkey sandwich, but she likes being in the kitchen. "Is whole wheat okay?"
The milk she goes ahead and pours first, setting it on the bar.
Taking out a champagne glass, she sets to work. It's easy enough: just three parts champagne and one part orange juice, nicely stirred together. She garnishes it with a cherry, and passes it over with a coaster underneath.
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It's still bigger than his coffin in the basement at Shinra Manor, and at those times when he starts to feel a bit closed in, he reminds himself of that and is grateful for the expanse of forest beyond the lake and the clear space over the lake, for the mountain rising above it all, for his room here.
And most of all, he's grateful for his friends... or friend, as the case seems to be; he doesn't do relationships readily. So when Tifa works, he... likes to be there with her. Somewhere deep down inside she makes him smile, even if he generally chooses not to let that show ( ... )
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She spots him when she's mid-stretch, fingers clasped and arms angled out behind her. A smile spreads across her face, and letting her arms drop back down to her sides, she steps up to the bar as if to meet him and then props her chin on her hand attentively.
"Vincent." Their stoic Vincent is always a welcome customer. "Can I get you something?"
It contents her that he's made his way over after seeing her behind the bar. It's just the kind of thing friends do, and despite the fact that she's thought of him as a friend for some time now, Vincent... hasn't always been somebody she'd thought would do something like that.
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He... likes her new Seventh Heaven in Edge, the one she's just opened. Seeing it in person now that it's a going concern will happen some day, he's sure, even if it was not to be this time around. Behind the bar she's so fluid and graceful not that she doesn't behave similarly all the time. It's just that much more noticeable when she's busy doing what she does so well.
His level of need for food and drink is still far lower than average. That he survived those thirty years on nothing but air still surprises him when he thinks about it... although that's something he tries not to do. At any rate, he trusts Tifa to come up with something he'll like... not that he's terribly picky about that sort of thing. He even ate Marlene's cupcakes that one time.
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She'll stick with her special, but she watches him very consideringly for a second or two before she -- with a little bit of a mischievous gleam in her eye -- picks up the bar's book of drinks just long enough to check one thing and then starts by getting out a champagne saucer.
A little champagne and a little red Burgundy -- he should like that, she's sure -- later, she's presenting him with the glass, garnished with a mint leaf.
"Okay, Vincent. Tell me what you think."
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After a minute or two of that, she turns to study Tifa, as well.
Then--
"Hello."
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"Hello. Can I get you anything?"
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"I would like a sandwich."
Beat. She remembers to specify.
"Turkey. And a glass of milk."
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It's the concise way of talking, she thinks... but more importantly, it's the first time she's actually been asked to provide food. She guesses she shouldn't be surprised -- they can't just put up a sign that says get your dinner elsewhere while the bar's taking a break.
"Want lettuce and tomato on it?" It's kind of exciting. It's just a turkey sandwich, but she likes being in the kitchen. "Is whole wheat okay?"
The milk she goes ahead and pours first, setting it on the bar.
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"Girly is a state of mind, and a mimosa is a perfectly good champagne-based drink that you can get for half off right here and now."
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Taking out a champagne glass, she sets to work. It's easy enough: just three parts champagne and one part orange juice, nicely stirred together. She garnishes it with a cherry, and passes it over with a coaster underneath.
"There you go. How's that?"
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