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Who: Rinoa and Yazoo
When: Night? Late night.
Where: Starting at the Clock Tower.
Rating: PG to be safe.
Warnings: Nah.
Summary: Rinoa decides to go with Yazoo in search for Vincent. Secretly, she’s doing it to try and cheer him up after witnessing the argument via network (at least what was public to her).
( ... You're always too deep in thought. Why don't you lighten up a little? )
When: Night? Late night.
Where: Starting at the Clock Tower.
Rating: PG to be safe.
Warnings: Nah.
Summary: Rinoa decides to go with Yazoo in search for Vincent. Secretly, she’s doing it to try and cheer him up after witnessing the argument via network (at least what was public to her).
( ... You're always too deep in thought. Why don't you lighten up a little? )
Did she really insist, too, on bringing up the one topic he did not wish to discuss? The one thing he'd come all that way to try and forget about, if only for a few hours. Of course, such a task was impossible; Yazoo's mind was still running a mile a minute with ideas and thoughts and idle frustrations and.... well, tsk. So much for all of that.
His eyes eventually went back to Rinoa, studying her face with a scowl.
"Oh, of course. Let me rush home to do just that and see how quickly such a thing has me skewered on the end of a double-bladed sword." Or with his face punched in, or neck snapped, or a plethora of other horrid things that could come as a result of displeasing his brother and insulting his brother's-... (No, even now, he couldn't use the word. It only served to make his hands quake in barely bridled fury and that, he was trying so desperately to avoid.)
"I need none of the luxuries the upper level holds, regardless." One shoulder lifted in a shrug, and Yazoo moved forward with the intent of merely stepping around the female before him. Weren't they supposed to be looking for Vincent or somesuch? Not that he cared what had happened to the Turk (ex-Turk?), but still. Yazoo generally felt better when his body was in some sort of motion. Walking, even, greatly helped. "I don't care if I end up stuck down here again."
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This was harder than she thought. Her smile began to fade to a concerned frown, realizing the sensitivity of the subject just from the bitterness in his voice. What did she know about family affairs? Her own solution was hiding away from the problems instead of confronting them, abandoning any ties with the only living relative she had by taking on her mother's maiden name. Thus this entire conversation just made her out to be a hypocrite, but that wasn't anything he knew. No, nobody knew about that.
"But...he's your brother," She replied, eyes following as she turned to watch him walk ahead of her, giving herself a moment to reflect her words carefully before jogging a little to catch up. "Isn't that enough of a reason to want to stay up there?" Rinoa turned to observe a few of the passing buildings just to stay focused on their purpose, there was always the chance he could be around.
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And... well, he didn't know what Kadaj wanted yet. It seemed like he'd made his decision, and who was Yazoo to step in and complain? It didn't irritate him any less, though, and maybe, maybe he regretted having lost his temper the way he had. Had he at least kept the conversation private, it would have made everything much better.
But, oh, he'd been so angry and lashing out was the best way he knew how to react. Kadaj and Loz were the same way, weren't they? Kadaj moreso than himself, even.
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