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.

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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?"

[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.

[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.

[emovampboy]

"I don't believe so." Vincent replies. "Just make sure Mittens is taken care of for the evening, and we can find our own entertainment."

[plate_builder]

"Alright then," Reeve smiled as he moved to find the kitten. Once he'd fished her out from under the bed he took down a bag of treats and shook out a few for her.

"Right, then. I'm ready," Reeve announced once he'd watched Mittens scarf down her treat.

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods, moving to get the door for the other man. "Will we walk, or drive?"

[plate_builder]

"No reason we can't walk unless you see a risk presented by that," Reeve suggested. Because the walking is good for him. It's most of his exercise.

[emovampboy]

"I don't. I don't know about your team, however."

[plate_builder]

"Yeah, my team leader wanted me to drive," Reeve sighed. He would really prefer to walk, but there probably is a good choice in driving here. "I hope you don't mind so much?"

[emovampboy]

"I don't. Shall we?"

[plate_builder]

Reeve nodded and let himself downstairs. Once everything was locked up he let his people crowd him into the vehicle. A brief drive and they were returned to the inn, and look, no Cid or Yuffie in sight.

"Guide me back to your room?"

[emovampboy]

Vincent moves ahead of Reeve to show him the way back up to the room they were in before, opening the door to a cleaned room, and indicating Reeve to feel free to enter.

[plate_builder]

Well, at least it's cleaned. Reeve dropped his bag near the door and hung his coat up before heading further into the room.

"And this is where Yuffie would make a joke about you drinking my blood."

[emovampboy]

"Only if you wanted me to, would I." He closes the door, moving to grab some cups and fill them with water, so they have something to drink if Reeve does decide to ask a thousand questions.

[plate_builder]

Well, he thinks they're both a bit aware that a bit of blood coming up may not bother Reeve, but he lets it go.

"Ah, thank you," he smiled, taking the cup of water.

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods, sitting down on the bed he used last night, drawing the cards out as soon as he sets his own glass of water. "What is it you wish to do first?"

[plate_builder]

You.

Nope. He smiled and sat down across from Vincent. "Poker? We can do that while we talk."

[emovampboy]

Vincent nods and gets the card out of their pack, beginning to shuffle. "We don't have screws, so what shall we use for stakes? Or just play without?"

[plate_builder]

"I have gil on me this time," Reeve pointed out. He could probably handle losing a bit of gil to Vincent. In part to fund him spending time with Reeve in the woods.

[emovampboy]

"That will work." He pulls out some gil, considering something, before standing to pull a small table between the beds and thus them. "This way we have a place for our cards and the gil."

[plate_builder]

"Of course," Reeve agreed, pulling out some gil as well. See, if it's money he might not get distracted. "Shuffle would you? Where would you like me to start talking about myself?"

[emovampboy]

"Anywhere you like." Vincent shuffles quietly, glancing up at Reeve. "Though you may ask me questions as well."

[plate_builder]

"I'm worried I'll pry into areas that would cause issues," Reeve admitted as he watched Vincent. Carefully. Vincent, pay attention to the cards so he can admire your beauty.

"I suppose if I were to ask one, I'd wonder where you were originally from."

Because let us make shit up

[emovampboy]

"A small town on the island Northeast of Mideel. One that no longer exists." Vincent pulls out a handful of Gil and sets it on the table. "Keep to small bets?"

Re: Because let us make shit up

[plate_builder]

Which left Reeve wondering if that was Shinra’s fault or natural.

“Small bets,” he confirmed. “I’m from a farming area. Or where there used to be one, near the area of the chocobo ranch by the Zolom swamp. Everyone left there for Midgar in the end. Or Kalm.”