"Of course I'm in here," Vincent said a little irritably, though he didn't feel as irritated as he sounded. He was mostly just fatigued... and resigned. He opened the door to his newly repaired hotel room (that had cost him), looking worn and haggard, and stepped out into the hallway to meet Cid.
"Where else would I be?" He muttered, then sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap, I'm just... well-" He shook his head and looked down. Cid knew how he felt right now. Cid was there when he had fallen apart; seen the destruction of his hotel room and been a remarkable comfort when he was about ready to give up.
He appreciated the attempt to distract him by going shopping, although he didn't feel it was entirely appropriate, but truthfully he needed the distraction. "So let's go and get this over with, do you know where we're going
( ... )
Saving Hojo--if saving is what one could call it--Kefka's exhausted, having run through his magic like water. He's been creaking in and out of sleep, mind racing when he's awake and asleep, trying to put together and pull apart alien geometries of biology. Beautiful, difficult biology and magic and and and
And he's asleep. He's fallen asleep in his chair, sprawled out, wearing an orange raincoat and a red undershirt, his head resting on a pile of embroidery.
[sorry that took so long, aim was wonky yesterday :p]
Vincent listened to Cid's words with one ear, shrugging at the man's question about store occupation, but his focus was on a small man in a visually flaying wardrobe with his angular head propped on what looked like embroidery of some kind. He stared. He couldn't help it; between the colors and the... was that makeup?... the little fellow made for an, interesting, picture.
He also looked utterly exhausted, and if he had had to make all of these outfits by hand, then Vincent was not surprised in the least. As a result, he opted to leave him alone for the time being. Should they find anything, then they would wake him up. Absently he wondered where the shop's proprietor, what was his name... Kupo, Kirtle, Keffle...Kefka!... that was it, was
( ... )
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"Where else would I be?" He muttered, then sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap, I'm just... well-" He shook his head and looked down. Cid knew how he felt right now. Cid was there when he had fallen apart; seen the destruction of his hotel room and been a remarkable comfort when he was about ready to give up.
He appreciated the attempt to distract him by going shopping, although he didn't feel it was entirely appropriate, but truthfully he needed the distraction. "So let's go and get this over with, do you know where we're going ( ... )
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And he's asleep. He's fallen asleep in his chair, sprawled out, wearing an orange raincoat and a red undershirt, his head resting on a pile of embroidery.
[sorry that took so long, aim was wonky yesterday :p]
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He also looked utterly exhausted, and if he had had to make all of these outfits by hand, then Vincent was not surprised in the least. As a result, he opted to leave him alone for the time being. Should they find anything, then they would wake him up. Absently he wondered where the shop's proprietor, what was his name... Kupo, Kirtle, Keffle...Kefka!... that was it, was ( ... )
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