Cid was a very pissed off frog. Not that he wasn't pissed off in most everything he did, but he was especially pissed off as a frog. It didn't help, either, that Vincent was on the verge of tears to keep from laughing, which really was unfortunate, since it was the first time in god knows how many years that he honestly wanted to laugh. He couldn't laugh, though. Not now. Not at the very pissed off Cid-frog, who was glaring at him in all his froggy glory, never mind that Vincent has explicitly warned him against taunting the Touch Mes. He had clearly said, don't touch the Touch Mes. So what did Cid do?

He touched the Touch Mes.

No, he didn't just TOUCH the Touch Mes. He ANTAGONIZED them. He talked smack to them, and poked them with the dull end of his spear, until finally, one Touch Me decided it was god damn sick and tired of being jabbed in it's god damn head, and had launched itself at Cid, clinging to his face with four little froggy feet. Cid barely had time to scream horrified obscenities, before there was a popping sound, and a wave of green smoke, and when it cleared, where Cid HAD been standing was now a very angry fucking frog, about the side of a housecat, looking none too pleased and only falling more scorned as the Touch Me launched itself off his head like a springboard, before bounding into the underbrush.

Cid was a VERY pissed off frog.

"Are you alright?" Cloud called from the path they had all been walking, before Cid had gotten it in him to go touch the Touch Mes. He received a froggy glare for his resoundingly stupid question. Vincent, meanwhile, was just very glad that his cloak obscured the PAINFULLY amused grin that split across his face.

"I warned you to leave them be."

More froggy glaring. Cid made a motion to walk back towards his group, but the fact that frogs don't walk seemed to have escaped him for the moment, because he only managed to shimmy and wobble, before falling flat on his froggy face. He croaked, in what could only be assumed was a froggy obscenity, and rightened himself, this time giving hopping a go. It didn't work out much better, and he managed to launch himself headlong into a tree stump. There was more obscene croaking, then Cid gave up, crawling along his froggy little belly, using his froggy little hands and froggy little toes to squirm his way back to the dusty path, where his teammates just stared, both restraining the urge to laugh.

Some friends he had.

"You know, a Maiden's Kiss would clear that right up." Cloud pointed out, as Cid flopped ungracefully into the dust between him and Vincent, looking angry and pitiful. Vincent sympathized and kneeled, picked up Cid with both hands and hoisting his large froggy body to rest against his chest, using his gloved gun hand to dust the dirt and leaves from his round, yellow, froggy stomach.

"We don't have any." Vincent said simply, Cid squirming in his arms. He was still a very pissed off frog.

"Esuna?" Cloud suggested.

"Yuffie has our only Heal materia."

"Why does ishe/i have it?"

"Because, Cloud, Yuffie keeps all the materia we allow her to."

"…right."

Vincent sighed. Cloud sighed. Cid croaked in angry protest, wrapping a froggy hand around Vincent's thumb, demanding some god damn attention in his time of froggy need. As if to appease him, Vincent stroked his broad froggy head with his gauntleted hand, careful not to maim his thin froggy skin with the painfully curved claws.

"We should reach town tomorrow. We'll have to get the materia from Yuffie then."

Cid was a very pissed off frog.