For Reeve

[emovampboy]

When it came to use of his phone, Vincent was very much like Cloud. He left it on, received messages and listened to or read them, but quite rarely responded. The few times he did respond tended to be if he deemed an actual answer to be required, or when from time to time Marlene got hold of Cloud or Tifa's phone and contacted him. Since it was so rare for her to do so, he always took it as a good thing to answer.

Which meant he had answered when she called him a few days after a message from Tifa asking him to come to a party for the girl, which he had ignored; his first mistake. Once answered, the girl had spent several minutes speaking to him, until suddenly springing the question of if he were coming to her party and making it quite impossible for him to really say no without seeming like a total heel, and so he agreed to go; his second mistake. And then he had made his third mistake - actually going.

At first, it really wouldn't have seemed to have been a bad idea. He knew everyone who was invited, how they acted around one another, and that Tifa would keep the whole group from going completely crazy over the course of the night, but he had not expected having to assist in breaking up one of Cloud and Barrett's squabbles when the woman had to leave for a short time to fetch something, and honestly he was glad that Reeve was invited and could help diffuse the situation with; especially when Yuffie and a very unhelpful Cid decided it would be a great idea to bet on who would win if they actually took to fistacuffs over whatever stupid thing it was this time which set them off.

All of this had left him rather done with company, and as soon as Tifa was back to be the adult in the situation, he'd snuck outside for some relative peace and quiet.

Comments

Is it? lol

[emovampboy]

Not like Vincent hasn't worn suits before. And he can switch back to his normal outfit once it's dry. Which means he considers the conversation over.

Clearly. /sarcasm

[plate_builder]

Alright then. Well Reeve seems a bit flustered. And Abigail definitely amused.

Soon enough they're in the limits of Edge, and not long after that pulling up to his apartment. The rain has barely even let up, not that it matters with them already wet.

"Shall we?" Reeve asks as he considers the outside. "I'm sure Mittens will be happy to see you again."

[emovampboy]

Vincent grabs the umbrella Abigail had brought earlier, allowing the woman's amusement to remain as he gets out of the car and gets it open to shield Reeve from the rain.

"Maybe after I'm dry she will be."

[plate_builder]

"She likes water," Reeve counters with a smile. "She sometimes tries to climb into the sink when I'm washing dishes."

He allows Vincent to cover him with the umbrella as he climbs out, and then guides the way back to the building. With the door unlocked he's quick to head in, immediately pausing inside to pull off his shoes. Those, unlike the rest of him, are a bit muddy. Tracking it into the apartment himself would be unforgivable. For a guest, well, he'd deal with it.

"Come on up. My pajamas might fit on you."

[emovampboy]

Vincent takes an extra moment at the door, closing the umbrella and setting it just outside the door. It will still soak the floor, but at least not the one in Reeve's apartment.

This done, he considers if he can get his own shoes off, obviously having at least a hint of manners. Which means, after a moment Vincent has found somewhere near the door to work on them, glancing at Reeve to imply he will be in once done.

[plate_builder]

Reeve nods and heads up the stairs without Vincent, stripping off his coat as he goes. Once he's got the door open he pulls off his coat and throws it over an arm. He's going to drip the whole way through but he can't do much about that. For now he supposes he needs to find them things. Dripping he walks past his bed, grabs his robe, and ducks into the bathroom to discard his wet clothes into the tub.

[emovampboy]

It takes him a moment or two in order to get the metal off, and the shoes beneath as well, leaving them by Reeve's before following the man up to wait for him to bring something to change into before he gets anything too wet.

[plate_builder]

He manages to change clothes quickly. And by change clothes that means that Reeve has stripped down, pulled on a pair of pajama pants, and comes back out with towels. One is of course draped around his neck. The other he tosses toward Vincent as he moves to the dresser to div for sweats and a t-shirt. Once that's done he holds them out.

"You're welcome to use my bathroom."

[emovampboy]

Vincent is very careful not to seem to stare at Reeve's bare chest, taking the towel from the man when it's offered and using it to begin and dry his hair, though he does get a look... certainly not the chest of a man who fights, but certainly not the chest of a man who sits around all day.

The clothes he takes when offered, thanking Reeve before moving to the bathroom. It takes him longer than Reeve to change, but when he finally comes out, Vincent has found some cloth to tie his hair back with.

"I hope you don't mind, but I stole some of what seemed to be remnant fabric from a Cait unit you had laying around."

[plate_builder]

If Reeve had thought to bring a shirt in, he wouldn't have had to subject Vincent to his less than impressive bare chest. By the time Vincent is done he has found himself a second t-shirt (he really hadn't realized he had a second), and has pulled that on. He's far too self-conscious to be shirtless around someone like Vincent, who no doubt was in good shape.

But really, that outfit the man wore, had done so little for his body. Reeve doesn't even really process what Vincent said because he's staring. Harder than he has before. It's rude, he will own that rudeness, because it's bad. This time he can't help but lick his suddenly dry lips over Vincent's presence. Sure, sweatpants aren't the most flattering clothes, and the t-shirt isn't Vincent's size, but he looks good, even like this. And with his hair up like that? He could grab that and...

"It's fine," he says after a delay. Vincent's words have finally caught up with him. "I'm sorry I don't have a hair dryer for you to use. Is there anything I can get you? Do you know if the cloak is safe in a machine..."

[emovampboy]

Vincent wasn't complaining about what he saw. He isn't as picky as Reeve might think when it comes to certain things, and this includes the shape of people he likes. Sure, he wouldn't really go for someone like Barrett, but... well, Lucrecia wasn't a fighter either.

Of course, the cloak off, Vincent isn't able to hide the vague amusement he has at being stared at. The man really had a libido, didn't he?

"It should be okay in the dryer."

[plate_builder]

No, it's not that the man has that much of a libido. Just... one that hasn't been handled by another man in many years, and who is now faced by a beautiful man. And this morning shouldn't have been held against him since it was to prove a point. But the amusement makes Reeve smile. Vincent may be more expressive than he'd thought.

"Alright then. The rest... I don't know how to deal with that," Reeve admits as he gets up to fetch the cloak. And the discarded fabric of the headband. "And I'm sorry for looking at you like I did. I haven't... Well, I've never seen you dressed different than this."

[emovampboy]

Considering the situation, it can't be considered as having actually been held against him. More like, it was heard and responded to before Vincent lost any courage he might have had.

"The rest can air dry." Vincent offers, watching Reeve gather cloak and band. "Most people haven't."

[plate_builder]

Not a lot of people alive, that is. Reeve finds himself imagining Vincent in his suit for a moment, and then he lets it go.

"I'm sorry about the rain. I wanted to show you something amazing but instead I got you soaked through. If you get a cold I'm very sorry."

[emovampboy]

He slowly shakes his head, stopping when the wet locks of his tied back hair seem to soak the shirt he's borrowing and shifting to draw it forward as he speaks. "I shouldn't. I'm far more concerned you will get one."

[plate_builder]

"Yes, that is a chance," Reeve allows. "But I'm relatively healthy, with a good enough immune system. I'll be fine. And if not, I can send Cait out for cold medication."

He'll be fine. But he has to wonder if Vincent knows how handsome he is with his hair like that? A thought that he quickly dismisses. "I don't suppose I can offer you a warm drink."

[emovampboy]

Cait buying gold medicine? That's an amusing thought, especially...

"Where does Cait carry gil?"

Ignore the drink for now, this is more important.

[plate_builder]

Really? That's what Vincent cares about? Reeve chuckles at the very question. "He's got a satchel that I put on him when he needs it."

The mog had handled things like that when they traveled together. The curiosity is understandable he supposes.

Warm milk....? /shot/

[emovampboy]

Vincent has an unusual mind, and it wonders about things like that. Small, seemingly insignificant details fascinated him, and sometimes came in handy. This one probably never would, of course, but it was worth asking.

The answer even seems to satisfy him, and allows him to respond to Reeve's earlier question. "What do you have that's warm to drink?"

hahaha

[plate_builder]

"Coffee," Reeve says as he moves to the kitchenette. "I keep some green tea for when Jasper comes over to discuss plans. His wife," the word comes out with an underlying hint of betrayal, "doesn't like him having too much caffeine. Powdered stuff that comes out somewhat like spiced cider."

Really the main thing he has is coffee. A lot of coffee.

[emovampboy]

"The cider-like stuff if it's no problem would be best for me." Vincent says this, while debating something. He heard the tone, knows just enough about Reeve from their discussion the night before, to wager a guess; but should he ask?

[plate_builder]

"Shouldn't take too long to prepare," Reeve says as he moves to the coffee pot. Best way to heat the water, that, but he does take care to clean the carafe out first to prevent coffee tastes from getting in with the powdered whatever. Once the water is in the machine and heating he turns his attention to digging out a mug and the box of powdered drink.

"I admit I don't entertain people here often, so I don't have much to distract. You're welcome to whatever might entertain you until things are dry."

Once the powder is in the cup he has to wait for the water so he goes to collect the cape to shove into the dryer. Hopefully he doesn't manage to make it more tattered.

[emovampboy]

He's sure he can find something to do to entertain himself, but for now Vincent is fine just watching Reeve, and how he really doesn't like to be still.

When the man moves off to place the cloak in the dryer, Vincent takes a seat and waits for him to return, perhaps petting on Mittens if she pops out.

[plate_builder]

As Reeve checks out on the cloak the cat, who had of course been sleeping under a towel on top of the dryer. Annoyed to be displayed she jumps down and moves over to investigate puddles on the floor, before following them to Vincent. She circles with the caution of a cat and then jumps up onto his lap to sniff at his face.

"It will still be a while," Reeve mumbles as he returns to the kitchen to check the water.

Vincent isn't wrong to observe that Reeve stays busy. He hasn't really had a chance to relax in so long that he's lost the ability to really stop. The closest he got was talking the night before.

[emovampboy]

Vincent lets mittens sniff at him, holding still until she seems satisfied, before reaching to pet the spots she seemed to enjoy before, shaking his head at Reeve when he returns.

"I've got no where to go, so don't worry if it takes a while." He looks up, still giving Mittens any attention she wants. "May I ask something, though? Personal I'm nature."