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

"I didn't think a relationship meant one had to always entertain their partner." Vincent remarks, before looking seriously at Reeve. "However, I have found it interesting to learn more about you, if that helps."

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plate_builder

"I..."

Well, Vincent was smarter than Reeve gave him credit for. And Reeve perhaps a bit too in the mind set of his ShinRa days.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I had a relationship end because I was boring? I guess I worked too much. But I would be happy to tell you more about myself."

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emovampboy

"Boring?" Vincent tilts his head. "In what way?"

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plate_builder

"If I knew that I would know how to be less boring," Reeve argued, guiding them toward his apartment, turning the corner back toward it. "I decided to stop stewing over it. Seems I failed."

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emovampboy

"I'm not exactly the most entertaining person, either." Vincent shrugs a little. "Maybe it works because of that."

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plate_builder

"Maybe it does," Reeve agreed with a warm chuckle. Maybe that was true after all. "Alright then. We'll get the rest of your things from my apartment, if you left anything, I'll get a change of clothes, and we'll see how long it takes to put you to sleep with the lack luster story of my life before Midgar."

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emovampboy

"Shouldn't I be trying to send you to sleep? Make your secretary happier?" Vincent smirks. "Yet you are welcome to try if you would like."

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plate_builder

"Well, I suppose I could, but it's barely even dark out," Reeve shrugged. "I know you're the expert here but I've read that too much sleep is bad too."

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emovampboy

Ok, he hadn't thought of his years-long rest when he said that, and it earns Reeve a chuckle. "Well... That is true."

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plate_builder

"Thought that would amuse you," Reeve smiled, shaking his head. "If it's okay, I might even ask a question or two about you. Completely nonsense stuff. Like favorite type of music."

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emovampboy

"Should I say organ music?" The bad jokes seem to be easy for Vincent, at least around Reeve.

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plate_builder

It's definitely the right joke to make, because Reeve is laughing and shaking his head, clearly pleased by the choice.

"An interesting choice. I imagine you never learned to play the piano in the mansion."

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emovampboy

"I know a little, actually." Vincent admits. "But not from the mansion. And not very well."

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plate_builder

"Still would make you a better musician than me," Reeve countered. He couldn't really even manage singing. Not even with Cait who he would have a bit more of a chance with, being able to play music.

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emovampboy

"Perhaps. However, I would much avoid playing if possible, so it will never be an issue."

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plate_builder

"Well that works for me," Reeve chuckled. And here, his door at last.

"Give me a moment, I've got to speak to the head of my team. Explain tonight's plans."

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emovampboy

Vincent nods, and moves to lean somewhere to watch and wait for Reeve, assuming he would rather not have Vincent in his businese.

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plate_builder

Reeve allowed himself a soft conversation with the head of his guards who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Soon the man looked over at Vincent and sighed before nodding.

Clearly Reeve would be easier to protect without a man in his life. Reeve nodded and returned to Vincent.

"Shall we?"

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emovampboy

Vincent just stares at the head of the guards, as if letting him see who exactly Reeve is with through his eyes and his posture, but looks at Reeve when he begins to walk forward.

"Yes."

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plate_builder

"Alright then," Reeve said, his eyes coming back out to unlock the door for them. "You can come up if you wish."

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emovampboy

"I think they might be mad if I didn't." It's half-joke, but half-not, as Vincent turns to follow Reeve.

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plate_builder

Reeve was up the stairs quickly, his door unlocked and the room opened. He had a go-bag near the door and immediately picked it up as he went to the door and started to gather appropriate clothes. The coat he'd need in a different bag, but the pants and shirt and the like could go in the bag.

"Get the cards would you?"

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emovampboy

"Alright." He moves to where they left the cards, grabbing them up and sliding them into the satchel he carries his gil in before moving to find Mitten's water dish to fill it with fresh water.

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plate_builder

Wonderful man, considering that. Soon Reeve was packed up and standing again. "Anything else I should bring with me?"

He won't offer the contents of the box under his bed. That would be too forward.