Who: Vincent (and_it_aches) & Cid (without_sky) What: Cid finally being allowed into the fucking room! >/ When: a bit after Vincent's "lol, kthxbai" post Where: room 317 Rating: PG13 by default ♥
"Well no shit, Vince." Cid said, not surprised to hear the statement hit the air. Of course he couldn't really understand everything that went on with the man, or even most of it - who the fuck could? But that didn't give Vincent the right to keep himself from others, to hole up and become recluse from the world.
"How the fuck are any of us supposed to?"
Rhetorical, of course. Cid hadn't come down expecting to receive a warm welcome or answers to questions of that nature. No, all he'd wanted was what most everyone else who had seen his journal entry had - a bit of an explanation.
"I probably couldn't fathom that shit even if you explained it to me a hundred fucking times."
It was the pilot's turn to cross his arms now and look indignant.
"But I think it's only fair to ask for a fucking explanation of why your ass comes back, and immediately runs the fuck away from everyone. I don't care if you don't think I'll 'understand' that shit either. The amazing thing about people, Vince? You tell 'em something and, no matter what you do, they always make their own fucking minds up about it. So spill, and I'll figure something out for myself."
"How the fuck are any of us supposed to?"
Rhetorical, of course. Cid hadn't come down expecting to receive a warm welcome or answers to questions of that nature. No, all he'd wanted was what most everyone else who had seen his journal entry had - a bit of an explanation.
"I probably couldn't fathom that shit even if you explained it to me a hundred fucking times."
It was the pilot's turn to cross his arms now and look indignant.
"But I think it's only fair to ask for a fucking explanation of why your ass comes back, and immediately runs the fuck away from everyone. I don't care if you don't think I'll 'understand' that shit either. The amazing thing about people, Vince? You tell 'em something and, no matter what you do, they always make their own fucking minds up about it. So spill, and I'll figure something out for myself."
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