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Who: Vincent, Jean, anyone else who wants to bump into them (open).
When: during the ball, a continuation of this.
Where: ballroom.
Rating: PGish.
Warnings: none, atm.
Summary: Vincent steals Jean away from Hojo, because... uhh, he knows the other man that well and doesn't trust him within touching distance of any female on the entire planet :| I wonder why.
Hojo had been wrong about one thing, at least: he had no intentions of taking Jean away to tell her of any of the sorts of the things that he had been up to. Though it probably would have been wise, he didn't know how he'd go around saying them, exactly, and so he figured it would only be best to give her a fair warning. Granted, Jean seemed like the type of woman who was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Then again, Lucrecia had seemed that way, too, and look where it ended her up. He wasn't too keen on the idea of any of that happening again (especially when she reminded him so much of her), and so he had been more than glad to sweep her away from Hojo into the middle of the ballroom amongst the others dancing.
"I should probably apologize for that," he said slowly, after a moment, placing one hand on her hip as he turned to face her. The other went to her own hand, clasping it gently to pull her closer to begin their dance. "Hojo -- well, he can't really be trusted."
That went without saying. He wasn't sure if she had heard any of the rumors about him so far, but a part of him was beginning to doubt it, with the way she had seemed so trusting of him minutes before. It brought back a lot of memories, a lot of painful thoughts that tugged at something within the pit of his stomach, and though he didn't really know Jean that well, he couldn't help but be protective of her. He was glad that she was living with that man -- what had his name been? Logan, or something like that. In any case, he seemed perfectly capable of taking care of her, and to make betters even better, he appeared to have an intense dislike for Hojo.
Vincent figured they'd get along well.
Red eyes wandered back over to where Hojo was (by Kazuki, and those same eyes narrowed). He'd have to keep an eye on him now.
The dancing came naturally to Vincent, and he didn't even really have to think about his movements in order for them to be there. They just sort of existed, and he moved carefully, a little slowly, focusing his attention back down to her (though his mind happened to be elsewhere).
"You really do look lovely, Jean. I'm not sure if I ever thanked you properly before for helping me with my leg."
When: during the ball, a continuation of this.
Where: ballroom.
Rating: PGish.
Warnings: none, atm.
Summary: Vincent steals Jean away from Hojo, because... uhh, he knows the other man that well and doesn't trust him within touching distance of any female on the entire planet :| I wonder why.
Hojo had been wrong about one thing, at least: he had no intentions of taking Jean away to tell her of any of the sorts of the things that he had been up to. Though it probably would have been wise, he didn't know how he'd go around saying them, exactly, and so he figured it would only be best to give her a fair warning. Granted, Jean seemed like the type of woman who was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Then again, Lucrecia had seemed that way, too, and look where it ended her up. He wasn't too keen on the idea of any of that happening again (especially when she reminded him so much of her), and so he had been more than glad to sweep her away from Hojo into the middle of the ballroom amongst the others dancing.
"I should probably apologize for that," he said slowly, after a moment, placing one hand on her hip as he turned to face her. The other went to her own hand, clasping it gently to pull her closer to begin their dance. "Hojo -- well, he can't really be trusted."
That went without saying. He wasn't sure if she had heard any of the rumors about him so far, but a part of him was beginning to doubt it, with the way she had seemed so trusting of him minutes before. It brought back a lot of memories, a lot of painful thoughts that tugged at something within the pit of his stomach, and though he didn't really know Jean that well, he couldn't help but be protective of her. He was glad that she was living with that man -- what had his name been? Logan, or something like that. In any case, he seemed perfectly capable of taking care of her, and to make betters even better, he appeared to have an intense dislike for Hojo.
Vincent figured they'd get along well.
Red eyes wandered back over to where Hojo was (by Kazuki, and those same eyes narrowed). He'd have to keep an eye on him now.
The dancing came naturally to Vincent, and he didn't even really have to think about his movements in order for them to be there. They just sort of existed, and he moved carefully, a little slowly, focusing his attention back down to her (though his mind happened to be elsewhere).
"You really do look lovely, Jean. I'm not sure if I ever thanked you properly before for helping me with my leg."