[ There's a certain flatness in his voice. Vincent might have a dubious choice of fashion, but he is familiar with it. What's really got him speaking so dryly is the notion that he can, somehow not just choose clothes for as fashionably forward an individual as Angel Dust clearly is but also matching ones for the hellpig. ]
So... pajamas?
[ ...It's hesitantly put forward. Then... because the matching outfit thing really is a good idea... ]
...Do you think the clothes need to consider the extra eyes on Fat Nuggets?
[ That pig has eyes on the side of its body, Aerith. ]
Yeah! Matching outfits! They could have pjs, or dresses, or any of it!
But yeah, you'd need openings for the eyes, I think. Which is okay, because I mean...Angel has extra arms and everything! So still matching, if the fabric is the same.
[ Should he be surprised that dresses are an option? No.
But Vincent's reason for dismissing that part of the suggestion is that he wouldn't know the first thing about picking dresses, much less suited for a spider demon and a hell pig. ]
Aerith, I don't know the first thing about dresses. I'll stick with pajamas.
[ Maybe it's his affinity with sleep that makes this more solid ground. Another pause. Then. ]
[ Maybe you lost him there. Or maybe he has something else going on. Well, he is in his cabin by the suggestion since he didn't mention being elsewhere. ]
[ He doesn't answer about the frost. Mostly because while he doesn't, he'll probably get a pat on the shoulder at least anyway. You know. Be on the safe side.
He's at the counter that divides the kitchen from the living room. The lights recessed over the counter are on, putting more light into the room than he usually sits in. Several sheets of paper are spread out on the counter and with a pencil in hand he's... sketching? ]
[She had to tease him a little as she came in, and comes over to touch his arm as she comes over and her eyebrows lift in surprise. She didn't realize he could draw.]
You had a great idea. This is very cute- he'll love it.
[ Vincent looks up and in a totally unrepentant way. ]
Should I have the Admiral put a door between our cabins instead of leaving the door unlocked when I'm expecting you?
[ Surely he can't be serious. But he'll continue on. Yes, he can draw. And apparently has an imagination. Aerith implied feminine, cute. And then matching. ]
[ That'll earn Aerith a look. Not the prospect of the door being taken seriously, but the matter that somehow Zack and Aerith might spill into his living space. He's having a difficult time imagining how energetic the two would need to be to do so. Shaking his head, Vincent turns back to the sketches. ]
...I don't have colors here. [ Just pencils and paper that probably were just basic office supplies. Maybe he should get something a little more expansive. But that would suggest he's planning to do more art. ] But I'll describe it in the request. More pink than red, I suspect?
[ Since the sketches are done, he puts the pencil down and slides the paper toward Aerith so she can look. He's... surprisingly passive about the touch. Is it because of the necessity? Had he braced himself or is it because it's Aerith? But it's true he was feeling the chill- and feeling chilled- when she started. He closes his eyes. ]
Hm. Been a while. [ Vincent's tone is mild and almost clinically apathetic. ] The cold.
[ He will be absolutely shell shocked when it happens, that's for sure. ]
Mm. [ A note is made on the final sheet, lines drawn to infer where each colors should focus. The papers are stacked and set aside, along with the pencil. Then he turns his head to look partially over his shoulder.
But only after he'd bowed his head in thought. The results of that contemplation seem to have been favorable. He offers Aerith a faint smile but... there's reassurance. ]
Well. I'm still not ready to join you in your fort. But I think I can manage a hug.
[ Is he okay? He managed to get some time to himself on Rhododactylos. It's enough to endure this, surely.
But it's probably clear that the allowance Vincent just made applies to very few people willingly. Aerith just happens to be one. ]
[Who knows what'll set them off. Just the pair of them acting like complete puppies about something. At least Angeal could offer some advice...and Cloud could be offered as a distraction.
But more importantly, she doesn't want Vincent to freeze. She's glad she's helped him with the present, but she's worried he'll be all iced over. It's a lot of people time, even if he managed to vanish for most of port time. Even if she saw what he was: a Turk. And Turks are not nice people.
But she still offered him a soft smile of reassurance.]
I didn't think the blanket forts were your speed. And that's okay.
[She moved to slowly, carefully, hug him.]
Just don't freeze over, okay? That'd hurt, with all the metal you're wearing.
[ Bless him, he actually relaxes. If it was a conscious effort to do so, well Aerith won't judge him for that will she? And it does warm him.
And so she can feel when his body shakes, even before the sound of quiet laughter sounds low in his throat. ]
Is that a hint to take it off while you're here?
[ Can't be easy getting close to chilled metal. But he's probably speaking in jest again. More somberly- as if he's come across the matter of freezing and its consequences- he offers quiet assurance. ]
I've learned my lesson. I won't let myself get frozen in place.
[ Chill, yes. But not frozen. But hey, baby steps. ]
[ And will you look at that, lifting the hand that isn't covered in chilly metal (even as he warms up it does tend to hold a bit of cold), Vincent brings it to rest on the place where Aerith's arms cross over his chest. Unconditional contact in return. ]
I'll have to remember it's an option though. [ Cold metal. ] If someone starts getting too comfortable.
[ Hanna will not be safe from the ice-cold back of Vincent's gauntlet against the neck if he tries to insist on hugging Vincent like an insistent koala.
But yeah. Vincent definitely agrees that being a statue isn't a good look for him. He... ]
"...Became too attached to living in the present. Moving forward."
[ There was a soft, quiet mutter under Vincent's breath. ]
If Zack tries again...
[ What was that Vincent?
Oh, nothing. Look, where he moves on to more serious talk with the ease of someone who had not been indulging in a moment's idea of unreasonable levels of vengeance. ]
Hmph. It came up recently. [ He also clarifies... ] Before I came here. You all taught me that, you know. Even if I didn't express it well.
[ Or have fully became aware of his changing perspective prior to Aerith's death. He turns his head, not so much as to make it easy for him to look back down at her; the angle's not quite right for that. But so that she can catch the faint hint of a smile. That he's talking 'at' and not through the air around Aerith. ]
I've got a lot of time to look forward to. So... I think about it often enough.
[ What's he going to do with all that time? But he doesn't seem unhappy about an unending future. Or at least a very, very long one. ]
[ Vincent will never tell. Of course he won't have to, as she'll find out soon enough. What does he want to do now? Eyes are closed. His shoulders heave with a brief, quiet chuckle. ]
When I get back? Finish saving the world I guess. [ Flippant. But... oh is he not joking? A soft sigh comes out as though he were turning more serious. ]
I don't know. Learn about things that changed when I was asleep. [ Places like Rhadore just completely disappeared. Technology went forward. Yes it suffered a blow but it was more about finding alternate means of power generation than actually stepping back into the stone ages at least.
And there's parts of the world that have changed so drastically because of the proximity of mako reactors. ]
...I promised Nanaki I'd come meet him once a year at Midgar. Who knows? Maybe I'll check in on Yuffie.
[ From a distance. Joke's on him though; everyone will come looking eventually after that whole saving the world thing happens. But that's another story. ]
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[Aerith how is that relevant to anything]
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[ Yes, he did indeed find himself in a scenario when he could feel the fluff. ]
He sent me a gift. I need suggestions on what to get him. And his pig.
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But let's see...Angel loves clothes and stuff, but he has a lot of those. Jewelry would be nice but...
I think something for him and Fat Nuggets would make him happy. He loves his pet.
Oh! I know! Matching outfits!
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[ There's a certain flatness in his voice. Vincent might have a dubious choice of fashion, but he is familiar with it. What's really got him speaking so dryly is the notion that he can, somehow not just choose clothes for as fashionably forward an individual as Angel Dust clearly is but also matching ones for the hellpig. ]
So... pajamas?
[ ...It's hesitantly put forward. Then... because the matching outfit thing really is a good idea... ]
...Do you think the clothes need to consider the extra eyes on Fat Nuggets?
[ That pig has eyes on the side of its body, Aerith. ]
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But yeah, you'd need openings for the eyes, I think. Which is okay, because I mean...Angel has extra arms and everything! So still matching, if the fabric is the same.
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But Vincent's reason for dismissing that part of the suggestion is that he wouldn't know the first thing about picking dresses, much less suited for a spider demon and a hell pig. ]
Aerith, I don't know the first thing about dresses. I'll stick with pajamas.
[ Maybe it's his affinity with sleep that makes this more solid ground. Another pause. Then. ]
...Eyemasks?
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[She's teasing. And she's pretty sure he'll hang up on her if she's serious. But that has her nod.]
Yeah, since slippers wouldn't work. It could be...hmm. With heart eyes? Or just eyes closed, with a little eye over the other two for Fat Nuggets.
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[ Maybe you lost him there. Or maybe he has something else going on. Well, he is in his cabin by the suggestion since he didn't mention being elsewhere. ]
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[Also she has to wonder if he's half frozen right now. So she comes over and knocks.]
Vincent? It's me. Do you have frost in your hair...?
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[ He doesn't answer about the frost. Mostly because while he doesn't, he'll probably get a pat on the shoulder at least anyway. You know. Be on the safe side.
He's at the counter that divides the kitchen from the living room. The lights recessed over the counter are on, putting more light into the room than he usually sits in. Several sheets of paper are spread out on the counter and with a pencil in hand he's... sketching? ]
Come take a look. See if I understood.
[ This is perfectly ordinary behavior. ]
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[She had to tease him a little as she came in, and comes over to touch his arm as she comes over and her eyebrows lift in surprise. She didn't realize he could draw.]
You had a great idea. This is very cute- he'll love it.
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Should I have the Admiral put a door between our cabins instead of leaving the door unlocked when I'm expecting you?
[ Surely he can't be serious. But he'll continue on. Yes, he can draw. And apparently has an imagination. Aerith implied feminine, cute. And then matching. ]
Mm, good. Colors?
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[And they are very high energy people. She knows this. Was it a joke? Maybe!
She rubs Vincent's arm gently so that he'll get a little less frosty. ]
Reds and pinks. Strong colors. Nothing pale. It'd clash with his fluff.
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...I don't have colors here. [ Just pencils and paper that probably were just basic office supplies. Maybe he should get something a little more expansive. But that would suggest he's planning to do more art. ] But I'll describe it in the request. More pink than red, I suspect?
[ Since the sketches are done, he puts the pencil down and slides the paper toward Aerith so she can look. He's... surprisingly passive about the touch. Is it because of the necessity? Had he braced himself or is it because it's Aerith? But it's true he was feeling the chill- and feeling chilled- when she started. He closes his eyes. ]
Hm. Been a while. [ Vincent's tone is mild and almost clinically apathetic. ] The cold.
[ Since he's really felt it like this. ]
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Or just regretful.]
Dark pinks I think, with brighter reds. That'd be more fun.
[But her tone changes as she heats about him feeling cold for the first time in awhile. And her hand shifts so she's stroking his back.]
Is it? And having it be touching people to keep you warm...
You okay?
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Mm. [ A note is made on the final sheet, lines drawn to infer where each colors should focus. The papers are stacked and set aside, along with the pencil. Then he turns his head to look partially over his shoulder.
But only after he'd bowed his head in thought. The results of that contemplation seem to have been favorable. He offers Aerith a faint smile but... there's reassurance. ]
Well. I'm still not ready to join you in your fort. But I think I can manage a hug.
[ Is he okay? He managed to get some time to himself on Rhododactylos. It's enough to endure this, surely.
But it's probably clear that the allowance Vincent just made applies to very few people willingly. Aerith just happens to be one. ]
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But more importantly, she doesn't want Vincent to freeze. She's glad she's helped him with the present, but she's worried he'll be all iced over. It's a lot of people time, even if he managed to vanish for most of port time. Even if she saw what he was: a Turk. And Turks are not nice people.
But she still offered him a soft smile of reassurance.]
I didn't think the blanket forts were your speed. And that's okay.
[She moved to slowly, carefully, hug him.]
Just don't freeze over, okay? That'd hurt, with all the metal you're wearing.
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And so she can feel when his body shakes, even before the sound of quiet laughter sounds low in his throat. ]
Is that a hint to take it off while you're here?
[ Can't be easy getting close to chilled metal. But he's probably speaking in jest again. More somberly- as if he's come across the matter of freezing and its consequences- he offers quiet assurance. ]
I've learned my lesson. I won't let myself get frozen in place.
[ Chill, yes. But not frozen. But hey, baby steps. ]
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Maybe! But I'll hug you anyway. Just...will try not to touch it before you're warmer.
[Her voice warms as she hugs him more firmly.He's going to warm up, with her help.]
But thanks for not deciding to just be an icicle. I don't think it's a good look for you.
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I'll have to remember it's an option though. [ Cold metal. ] If someone starts getting too comfortable.
[ Hanna will not be safe from the ice-cold back of Vincent's gauntlet against the neck if he tries to insist on hugging Vincent like an insistent koala.
But yeah. Vincent definitely agrees that being a statue isn't a good look for him. He... ]
"...Became too attached to living in the present. Moving forward."
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I have a hard time picturing someone needing cold metal on the back of their neck.
[She chuckled quietly. There were a lot of people here but she noticed most were good at respecting personal space.
But that had her stir and peer up at him.]
...has that been on your mind lately?
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If Zack tries again...
[ What was that Vincent?
Oh, nothing. Look, where he moves on to more serious talk with the ease of someone who had not been indulging in a moment's idea of unreasonable levels of vengeance. ]
Hmph. It came up recently. [ He also clarifies... ] Before I came here. You all taught me that, you know. Even if I didn't express it well.
[ Or have fully became aware of his changing perspective prior to Aerith's death. He turns his head, not so much as to make it easy for him to look back down at her; the angle's not quite right for that. But so that she can catch the faint hint of a smile. That he's talking 'at' and not through the air around Aerith. ]
I've got a lot of time to look forward to. So... I think about it often enough.
[ What's he going to do with all that time? But he doesn't seem unhappy about an unending future. Or at least a very, very long one. ]
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But more importantly...she sees that smile, and offers a smile back, giving him a gentle squeeze of affection.]
So...what do you want to do now?
If we want to talk about goals in your life moving forward.
[Surr, he's here for the deal. But he doesn't have to focus just on that.]
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When I get back? Finish saving the world I guess. [ Flippant. But... oh is he not joking? A soft sigh comes out as though he were turning more serious. ]
I don't know. Learn about things that changed when I was asleep. [ Places like Rhadore just completely disappeared. Technology went forward. Yes it suffered a blow but it was more about finding alternate means of power generation than actually stepping back into the stone ages at least.
And there's parts of the world that have changed so drastically because of the proximity of mako reactors. ]
...I promised Nanaki I'd come meet him once a year at Midgar. Who knows? Maybe I'll check in on Yuffie.
[ From a distance. Joke's on him though; everyone will come looking eventually after that whole saving the world thing happens. But that's another story. ]
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Where he could just learn, explore, and see and...live a long life.]
I wasn't sure there was even a Midgar to go back to.
But I'm sure Yuffie would love the company. And Nanaki...he'd be happy to see someone who knows him.
Maybe...if we're lucky, Tifa's bar will be up and running. You can go in for a drink and...say it's 'not bad'.
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