emovampboy | For Reeve

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.

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plate_builder

"Normally I know how to approach a man," Reeve admits, moving closer. Clearly he wants to touch Vincent, to lay a hand on his cheek and pull him closer. Instead he reaches out to lay a hand on Vincent's still fully flesh and blood one. "Whether they want me to draw out a seduction, or be straight-forward and catch up on the rest later. Lets me know whether I'm risking pressuring them or not. You're harder to read. I think I like that."

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emovampboy

"I'd say if you pressured me." Vincent responds, carefully shifting their hands so he can gently hold Reeve's. "As to the rest... I suppose I'm not sure what level I want with this."

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plate_builder

"You have all the time you need to figure that out," Reeve assures him. With their hands together he gives a gentle squeeze to reassure Vincent of that fact. "I am more than capable of adjusting my behavior patterns."

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emovampboy

"I don't see why you should. Do what you feel and if it's strange, you know I'll say." He shifts their hands again, turning Reeve's flat up so he can kiss it. "Isn't it only right we should both be ourselves, whatever that is?"

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plate_builder

"And if I don't have one particular 'self'?" Reeve asks. Because it's part of Shinra life, especially as an executive, to have two different faces. He's used to acting differently for different people.

But he does smile at the kiss.

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emovampboy

It's a good question, and Vincent glances up to Reeve as he considers, slowly letyimh go of his hand, though not moving his back just yet.

"I suppose show me the one you feel."

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plate_builder

The one he feels? An interesting question. One that may need time to go through.

“Right now I feel like dinner,” Reeve muses as he steps aside to gesture toward his door. “ are to join me? I swear to remember my umbrella this time.”

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emovampboy

"Good. I think I'd be scolded if you forgot it." Vincent says this as he watches Reeve with a bit of curiosity. What had he thought at the remark? "Are we walking or taking the car?"

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plate_builder

“You would hardly be the only one scolded,” Reeve sighs. His people give him this in ways he never expects. Of course they would take it out on Vincent.

“Would you be okay with walking?”

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emovampboy

It isn't as if Vincent would be unable to take it, anyway. He's used to Barrett and Cloud fighting, a small scolding is nothing.

But he fastens his cloak finally, nodding. "I prefer to walk."

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plate_builder

“Then we shall walk,” Reeve smiles before grabbing his keys and wallet. Just in case.

“Head down and get your boots on. I will lock up and follow.”

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emovampboy

"Alright." Vincent moves to the door, starting his way downstairs, where he will wait for Reeve as soon as he's ready, probably taking a moment to find his people first.

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plate_builder

Today sure has been surprising. Who knows what will come next. With that in mind Reeve goes to open a second can of food for Mittens and lay it out, as well as fresh water. With that done he is soon locking up his apartment and pattering down the stairs in only his socks. When he sees Vincent there, waiting for him, well... he can't help what he's compelled to do. He grabs the man's bare hand and pulls it up to kiss the back before he stoops to his shoes and pulls them on.

"Alright," he says once they're tied, "shall we head outside and inform my team that it's time for them to get some exercise?"

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emovampboy

Vincent has decided to lean against the nearest wall, a habit he will probably never break, and watch for Reeve. Which means he's not unaware when he reaches to grab his hand, but does raise a brow at the kiss.

"Aren't you worried the lady who lives here will pick on you if she sees that?"

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plate_builder

“She’s out. When she’s in she has old records on. You can hear them, she’s older,” Reeve says. Older woman with terrible hearing. And it felt nice to steal a kiss where he could get caught. But look he is ready and has an umbrella under his arm.

“Out then?”

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emovampboy

One day, he wouldn't hear her. Old women were good at stealth when it included or led to juicy gossip. But Vincent won't worry Reeve with that, instead grabbing up the umbrella he left near the doorway before and opening the door for Reeve. "You lead."

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plate_builder

Of course. Reeve steps out and waits for Vincent to descend the stairs outside. Once he has the building locked he heads down himself, picks a direction and starts walking. His guards follow shortly after. He may have already sent a text upstairs to tell them where he is going.

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emovampboy

Vincent gets his umbrella open, indicating Reeve to do the same, even as he follows along. "I'm surprised so many people are out in the rain."

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plate_builder

“It’s a light rain,” Reeve counters as he opens his own umbrella. Barely a sprinkle at that.

Besides, even in this part of edge people have work to do. Less stagnant money. More needing To work to live. Those who can get jobs.

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emovampboy

"Light compared to earlier." His own counter, he supposes, but doesn't seem to care who wins or even know if it's a challenge, especially since he doesn't seem to say any more.

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plate_builder

“You are right. That was nearly torrential. My luck today is definitely a mixed bag,” Reeve smiles. Other than Vincent it has been sort of bad actually. Should he worry?

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emovampboy

"Some days are like that." Vincent reassures, maybe picking up on something, before scooting closer to Reeve as they move through a Cloud. "Also, according to Marlene, rain isn't a bad thing."

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plate_builder

"Is that so?" Reeve asks, because he's never heard that before. "Has she explained why?"

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emovampboy

"On days when the sun comes out after, you get rainbows. Otherwise, the air smells fresh, as if trouble has been washed away." Vincent replies. "She's a tough girl. A lot like Tifa."