In Good Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Not Final Fantasy 7. Not The Shera, not Vincent Valentine, not Cid, not Reeve, not Yuffiie. Just myself -- and definitely not the toilet.
The atmosphere on the bridge of The Shera was tense as Vincent Valentine gave off his account on his adventure inside the Shinra Manor. All fell silent when a small voice suddenly chipped in, "Somethin' smells like toilet," as a matter-of-factly to which the usually cool and stoic man flinched quite visibly and the others snickered like naughty children. He then cleared his throat awkwardly and proceeded to exit the bridge. As he was closing the door to the nearest restroom he could find, his sharp ears caught the obvious sound of Cid's guffaw, Reeve's more dignified and light-hearted laughter, and Yuffie's unmistakable cackle. While unbuckling his cloak he could just picture in his mind the face of the culprit that was the cause of him becoming everyone's laughingstock, the lips formed into the most sheepish smile, but eyes glinting like a mischievous cat that had just swallowed a fish whole. Despite himself, he smirked to no one in particular and began cleaning himself up. She has nerve, he would give her that.
Also he had to admit, the residual stench of the Nibelheim sewers really doesmade him stink up, like a toilet that hadn't been scrubbed for a year.