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 ♥
Vincent had been sitting near the window throughout the entire exchange. He did not want to call it running... but that is certainly what it was. A glance downwards--three floors was not very high up, after all. However, he shook away the thought for now, looking over when Cid finally opened the door--idly wondering if the door would need repairs--and lifted himself from his seat at the window sill, closing the journal and setting it aside. He did not want anyone to worry, but it seemed that no matter what he did they would. He hated it when others got that certain look in their face--their lips pulling towards, their eyebrows drawing in; that look of concern or dissapointment or anger. He wanted nothing with it.
He padded over to Cid, nonetheless, standing infront of him and crossing his arms over his chest. "Let it out," he murmured. He did deserve it.
It was kind of strange, when one thought about it. Not Vincent coming over to get bitched at more, that Cid had, more or less, been expecting from the way the man had been acting over the journals. The picture they must have created though, had anyone been watching, might've amused the pilot had he not been one half of it. There was Vincent, a good, what, five or six inches taller than himself, and all but the complete opposite of him lookswise (not to mention in demeanor) standing, most likely with his arms crossed and his face set, ready to be cussed out by his, technically, much younger friend
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People had been throwing that term around lately. Idiotic. Dumbass. Various shades of stupidity to describe himself, but they did not understand. They could label him all they wanted, but they did not understand. Nor did they go about hugging him. Then again, this was Cid... But even so, he did not expect this sort of action to come from the man. While he had a good heart, and was a good friend, he did not appear so touchy-feely
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"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
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"I don't want to see their faces," Vincent said at length. He wasn't vulnerable or weak--he did not need to be babied, worried for, griped at. He was fine. Last week, yes, he had been... dead, practically, but he was fine now. He had seen their faces last week. He did not want to see them again. Escorted around, crowded, given looks. He could not stand that, did not want them them to worry for him.
Like Reno had said--made him sick to his stomach. At least like this, he would not have to see them.
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He padded over to Cid, nonetheless, standing infront of him and crossing his arms over his chest. "Let it out," he murmured. He did deserve it.
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Like Reno had said--made him sick to his stomach. At least like this, he would not have to see them.
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