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

[plate_builder]

"Not much," Reeve shrugs. Not questions that matter. Questions about him. They want to know what he's doing, but not how. Vincent seems to care about the latter for some reason. He takes another sip and sighs. This is a mess, and he's a mess. He doesn't care, though.

"You're invested. Turks I knew weren't so invested. 'Cept in Rufus."

[emovampboy]

"It seems like much happened with the Turks while I was asleep. To change things. Still," he shrugs. "I know I was considered too nice sometimes."

[plate_builder]

"Reno regularly spiked company party drinks. Not always with alcohol," Reeve points out. And that goes without pointing out all that he knew the Turks did for Rufus. What it was implied they did. Vincent was one of them, no matter when he was part of that number, and it was not a pretty division. "But you are nice. For a Turk. For Avalanche for that matter."

Nice and distant. Reeve sighs. How impossible this man is. Does he even know that? Dark, brooding and nice? The guy must have had all the ladies after him. What another terrible thought. Then he looks to Vincent again, tilting his head on the bed to just look at the man.

"Did you know Veld?" Reeve asks, because now he's curious. By his math the head of the Turks prior to Tseng would had to have at least known Vincent. Maybe they didn't overlap much, but surely some?

[emovampboy]

"Some." He doesn't really want to discuss that time, so he leaves it at that. He is tempted to say something about how the members of AVALANCHE are all nice people; just understandably cautious.

But he opts against it as he drinks from his cup. Reeve would know, and he's just venting a little, anyway. Vincent did basically offer to let him, too.

Problem is, Vincent realises he's run into his usual problem; running out of questions. At least appropriate ones.

[plate_builder]

"He's alive," Reeve offers softly, turning his attention to Vincent to watch his reaction closely. In fact, Reeve knows for a fact many Turks beyond those with Rufus are. They helped evacuate sections of Midgar that AVALANCHE couldn't. "Lined up my guards. Helped at least. They're probably okay guards then."

He could respect the man, had a lot in common with Veld, if he was honest. But really, he can tell he's gone too far now, bringing up things Vincent didn't want to talk about. He had said he'd probably say something stupid and not to hold it against him. No doubt he'd making Vincent feel awkward. Sorry about that.

"Sorry," he apologizes anyway. Just to be safe.

Using some Dirge here heh... you know, that the idiot Vincent was there

[emovampboy]

"I'm not surprised." It seems to be his way of saying things are alright. Honestly, he had seen some things when the evacuation was taking place, and 'ignored' them. "But if he suggested your security, I'm relieved. He's a good judge of strength."

I found some info on Veld and that from the FF wiki and yeah, they were supposed to be the same time

[plate_builder]

Well, there's that at least. Reeve looks genuinely pleased that Vincent accepts his guards as sufficient. Not like the other in the group would be a good judge of a proper guard detail. No, that's Vincent only.

"Good. Don't wanna die. Too much to see and do before I die."

Yeah. I guess that explains he and Yuffie not in ending cut scenes of 7 according to some

[emovampboy]

"Anything particular you want to see or dp?" At least Reeve has given him another question.

Pains of being optional characters in a pre-rendered world

[plate_builder]

"Your smile," Reeve chuckles to himself, shaking his head. But the fact is that it's an honest thing. Something he would really like. Sober he'd say it would be for Vincent's own sake. But really? He thinks it would be wonderful.

Yup. Haha

[emovampboy]

Again, Vincent raises a brow. First he says something about beauty, and then mentions a smile. These are things one might say to a woman, right? Or really, anyone they have some interest in, and Reeve had implied he did some picking up in the past when drunk.

Vincent supposes his curiosity about that period of time is getting answered. Yet he can't help but wonder...

"Please tell me this isn't how you used to pick people up."

Gods did it feel weird to say something like that.

[plate_builder]

Well yes it's weird, because Reeve was making implications there, and didn't realize he'd said enough to have that be seen as more than a joke.

"Told you, I was suave. Charming. Could sweep people off feet. This isn't even C level game. Out of practice. Between working too hard and realizing all the best men were straight, stopped staying in practice."

Sure, he likely could have found someone if he searched enough, but someone who respected his work ethic and fit his tastes would just take too much time which he barely had back then.

[emovampboy]

Most people probably would not have taken the remarks made and put them together the way Vincent did, but with conversation they had been having, his time as a Turk, and the fact he seemed to watch Reeve closely, Vincent had no problems putting those words together into a guess of their link.

He even had a suspicion, based on his awareness of the stares Reeve often tried to conceal, that not all of this was just drunken commentary.

"At least this is not your A-game."

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"True enough," Reeve agrees before finishing this current cup. He squirms a bit up the bed so he can rest the empty thing on the end table. More would be beyond stupid. At least he is aware of that much. "Is there a suave Vincent?"

Curious minds must know.

[emovampboy]

"Awkward." He says, but decides he should explain better. "That seemed to be what worked for me before. Haven't tried suave."

[plate_builder]

With that one word Reeve rolls onto his side and looks at Vincent, head pillowed on his arm. Really? He can't imagine it. Not even slightly.

"You? You're..." he can't find the word again. "You're grace. Full of grace. And smart. Awkward? No."

[emovampboy]

"Trust me, I wasn't always. I suppose Chaos had that advantage if nothing more." He shrugs, and drinks a bit more of what he poured for himself.

[plate_builder]

"I've seen pictures of you," Reeve counters. "You were definitely built graceful. Unlike me. I don't trip over myself. Much. But still."

Vincent is beautiful, graceful, and Reeve doesn't want the man getting down on himself. That would be wrong.

[emovampboy]

"Doesn't mean I was. Though, I had less issues with things like balance, and more communication."

[plate_builder]

"That makes sense," Reeve admits. He's also pretty clumsy when dealing with people. Which is why drunk Reeve doesn't pursue people. His own clumsiness comes out then.

"And today, some people would chase you just for how you look."

[emovampboy]

"Not the way I dress." Seriously, they'd had that talk, so Reeve knows.

[plate_builder]

Seriously? Reeve looks at him like he's grown another head. Or just that of any of his other sides.

"You're stunning without clothes."

Which sounds terrible and Reeve realizes that. Takes a moment and then he's sitting up. Nope.

"Sorry. Not like that. Mean clothes don't make you look bad. And if you worry, buy new things."

[emovampboy]

Foot in mouth disease much, Reeve? At least Vincent seems amused, or at least not at all upset; hard to tell since that cloak is still hiding his face, but his tone sounds a little amused.

"I would hate to see what you would say to Cloud in this state."

[plate_builder]

"He really needs a haircut," Reeve pronounces. That's it. That's what he's got. "Boy needs better hair."

Because frankly, Cloud is not anyone Reeve would appreciate. Maybe his muscles, tangentially. But Cloud only has one of the qualifications Reeve looks for, and it's not as good in some ways to be dangerous because you're overly muscled.

[emovampboy]

"Is that so?" That question is answered, he supposes, though it was never truly posed. Either way, a part of him can agree, while another part knows Cloud's probably stuck with that hair for eternity; seriously, you can not get that hair without it being natural.

[plate_builder]

Not true. One could get a buzz-cut. Just a note there.

"That is so," Reeve agrees, because it's easier than thinking of a whole new sentence. He lays there, though, still watching Vincent. Intently. Like he's trying to see through the sheltering barrier of red cloth to see the whole of his face. But that's not possible. He'll have to content himself with what he sees. Which is a lot of hair.

"Beautiful hair," he notes aloud. Very beautiful hair. Hopefully Vincent takes good care of it.