Vincent couldn't have been more aggravated by the blond that he was traveling with. No, not Cloud. That blond was quiet, reserved, introverted. He didn't mind the young man. Cid Highwind, however, he could live without. The man was brash, loud and overall gave Vincent Valentine a headache.
The pilot was constantly opening his mouth, either to spew out curse words or blow out smoke from a cigarette. It was annoying and nerve grating to the stoic Ex-Turk and he couldn't help but admit, in the back of his head, that if the blond didn't shut the hell up about his current bitching about his damn bi-plane…he was going to use his own bedroll and smother him in his sleep.