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[cowboy_aloft]

[He's not used to this, not at all. Usually, he at least has a vague notion of where he stands before he puts himself out on a limb. Still, the gesture seems safely ambiguous, and it feels only natural to mark the day somehow.

He taps on the door - it's technically his room as well, but he'll never be able to barge in without knocking - bottle held

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[animus_concisus]

[It's just any other day of the week for him, really. Or rather, of the year. Cid's just picked up himself a new book for the bookstore, deciding to take the day off to stay inside and read.

For once, his mind isn't being plagued and held down to worries and fears, and he decides that he likes this.

When he hears the knock on the door, he glances up, knowing that it's probably only one person.]

Come in.

[cowboy_aloft]

[Pushing open the door, he enters with the bottle and a big grin.]

Happy Singles' Awareness Day. I come bearing gifts.

[animus_concisus]

[Eyebrow raise, and then he realizes.]

Ah, right. I've forgotten that the holiday existed. Is it even celebrated here?

[cowboy_aloft]

[He shrugs, mood only slightly dampened by the apparent disinterest.]

No idea. But hey, it's an excuse to crack open a bottle, right?

[animus_concisus]

You can come up with plenty of excuses for that.

[Still, he puts down the book, giving him a small smile.]

[cowboy_aloft]

Yeah, but you can't. Or won't.

[He retrieves a couple of glasses for them, because he knows Cid likes the formalities and he's in the mood to indulge.]

I have no idea if this stuff's as good as they say it is, by the way.

[animus_concisus]

One of us has to be the responsible one.

[cowboy_aloft]

Yeah, yeah. An' one of us has to be the one that makes sure the other doesn't wither away under piles of paperwork.

[He sets down a glass in front of the taller man and fills it, just a touch chivalrous, but still with that same little grin, as though he's laughing at himself.]

[animus_concisus]

[Eyeroll.]

I know better than to do that.

[cowboy_aloft]

[He snorts, but doesn't argue the point, pouring his own glass and stting down across from him.]

If you wanna go back to your book after this, that's fine. Just figured we'd have at least one glass to toast the day.

[animus_concisus]

It's fine. I don't mind the company.

[He holds his glass up.]

Cheers, then.

[cowboy_aloft]

[He bumps his glass against Cid's with a soft clink.]

Here's to a pointless holiday.

[animus_concisus]

I haven't celebtrated in... Ages. Well. That much is obvious

[He takes a long sip.]

[cowboy_aloft]

[Managing not to chuckle, he takes a sip from his own glass.]

[animus_concisus]

What about you?

[cowboy_aloft]

Me? [He shrugs] Depressingly celibate, as of late.

[He doesn't elaborate further, just takes another drink. Wine's not usually his thing, but this is good, rich and fruity. It actually tastes of grapes, instead of the processed crap on Cocoon.]