Everyone Thinks of Changing the World [Active/semi-closed]

[hellgun]

Characters: Vincent Valentine, Cloud Strife (Stitch and Yuffie?)
Content: Vincent needs to find Lucrecia a healer, while being pretty messed up himself. Cloud to the rescue!
Location: Apartment complex just off Spring Street, to Byrant Park Hotel.
Time of day: Morning
Warnings: Swearing, possible angst; come on guys, it's Vincent and Cloud. :|

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[psicofonia]

A pain in the ass. If this trip didn't mean that he might find Aerith then he might've just stayed with Tifa at the bar. Well no. That was partially a lie. He couldn't just leave Vincent to his own luck. This snow was making things hard for everyone, more so with the limited food (Cloud was still convinced that they should just hunt the crabs). He was coming up on the apartment number of his old friend as he imagined all the different ways he could make those little bastards pay for all the grief they've caused recently.

"...3...69."

The blond reached out to knock on the door. Half of him had hoped Vincent would be waiting outside by now. The sooner Lucrecia got help, the better.

[hellgun]

Vincent had fortunately just been at the door by the time he'd heard the knock and shook his head. This was ridiculous that he'd needed help, and it'd taken him almost ten minutes just to get there. Looking back at Lucrecia sleeping on the bed, certain she would be alright by herself, the Ex-Turk reached up to the door handle and pulled it open, stepping back.

Crimson eyes remained downward. He was leaning on a cane and needed his friend to baby him through the streets... a definate kick at his pride.

"...hey."

[psicofonia]

"Let's go. ...What's with the cane?"

Cloud had never really thought of Vincent as an 'old man'. The guy barely looked older than...25? So it'd never really occurred to him that coming here might change that. A lifetime of mouthing off to older people would certainly make this an experience.

[hellgun]

He just had to ask, didn't he. Great. "Crabs. Tried to rip me open."

This was something he didn't want to talk about at that moment. Things were already bad enough as it was. "She needs more help, though. Don't worry about me." Beginning to hobble foward, he didn't meet the other's gaze.

[wreckingball626]

Stitch had fully intended to get to where Vincent was a bit earlier...but he had been distracted by the snow on the ground. He hadn't seen a lot of it before, so he had been playing it on his way to the building...He'd even built a snow-alien on the way. He was easily amused sometimes.

Hearing footsteps, he crouched down behind a pile of snow, listening to make sure they were human, not anything else. After assuring himself that the footsteps belonged to humans, he peeked over the top of the pile of snow.

Vincent and a blond were walking along the street. A devious idea ran through his head, and he gathered snowballs in all four of his front paws. Cackling a bit, he ran out behind them and launched them at the blond. He could tell something was wrong with Vincent, so he avoided hitting him as much as he could.