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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emovampboy

"And you've done research into the preparation too. For fun?" Vincent gets a spoonful as he speaks, going to eat it as he waits for Reeve's reply.

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plate_builder

"Well, uh..." Reeve looks flustered by that fact. But he nodded. Yes he had. Wondered if he could make naan in fact. Unfortunately he wasn't that great of a cook and didn't have space to take up tandoori cooking. "I ask the servers questions about how things are made."

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emovampboy

Vincent smirks a bit behind his collar, somehow not surprised. "You have always been this way, I must assume?"

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plate_builder

"I have," Reeve admitted.

With a smile he looked at the food before them and started to serve himself.

"My mother. She cooked a lot. She would tell me so many things, but I never really got good at cooking. So instead I would sit there and she'd explain everything while she cooked and I'd just watch.

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emovampboy

"Ah... did you want to cook? Or want to now?" Having tried a bit of the food, he also adds. "It's very good food here."

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plate_builder

"I did. But I burned everything. And then I didn't have time. I still don't. Time or space," Reeve shrugged as he finished filling his plate. "This makes me think of her, in a way. Though mom did more like meatloaf and pot roast and all of that."

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emovampboy

"I can only cook very basic things myself." Vincent acknowledges. "Tifa was always sort of the cook in the group, though Barrett managed some pretty good meals."

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plate_builder

"Cid seemed like he was good at tea, not that I ever got to try some," Reeve smiled. "I wish I'd ever had Tifa's cooking actually."

She hadn't cooked for the party. Just brought some premade stuff in.

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emovampboy

"Problem with Cid's tea is, if you accidently got his, it was 30-70% liquor, depending on his mood."

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plate_builder

Wait, what? Reeve looked shocked by that one. "I didn't know. When was he even buying the alcohol? I wasn't carrying it."

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emovampboy

"He had an airship, and crew, remember?" Vincent points out. "And flasks, empty potion bottles, and years of time to practice hiding things, even if Shera let him drink."

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plate_builder

"Not until later and I helped him steal it," Reeve countered. And alcohol was heavy. But he'd buy the potion bottles.

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emovampboy

"Trust me, he managed." Vincent leans on his palm, elbow on the table, and even if it can't be seen it can be told he's smirking a little.

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plate_builder

"Are you implying that you partook of his supplies? I thought you can't get drunk," Reeve smiled softly at the man.

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emovampboy

"Never on purpose." Vincent raises a brow at Reeve. "I just know I got his cup by mistake at least once."

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plate_builder

"Fun," Reeve said, shaking his head. The very idea gets him to sip at his tea instead. "I am glad I wasn't there. Imagine how that would have been around the fire. Me flirting with you in front of everyone."

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emovampboy

That gets Vincent to smirk again, the thought obviously amusing to him. "Well, at least Cid would have found it amusing. Maybe even cheered you on."

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plate_builder

"That man would find amusement in quite a few things," Reeve chuckled, shaking his head. What a thought, him traveling openly with the others.

That turns his smile a bit wistful. "Of course I would have held everyone back."

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emovampboy

"Held them back?" Vincent looks confused. "In what way?"

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plate_builder

"You would be included," Reeve reminded Vincent. "I'm talking about during the crisis with Sephiroth. I was useful in Midgar. My aptitude with materia was hardly needed for the battles you all fought, I am unaccustomed enough to 'roughing it' as it were, and I hardly have comparable stamina to any of you. I am mostly chastising myself for foolish thoughts."

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emovampboy

"You know," Vincent is obviously considering as he speaks. "Fighting Sephiroth was never about skill, or stamina. Cid, Aeris, even myself, weren't exactly in our best shape... but we managed because we had to."

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plate_builder

"Cid was capable of impressive feats of combat," Reeve countered. "And even not in your best shape, your body is still that of a fit and active 27 year old. Aeris I might give you."

He still argues that he would have held them back. Only reason Barret didn't, and Reeve was only slightly younger than him, was because Barrett had clearly been fit his whole life.