I apologize for any possible oocness. I haven't actually played the game yet XD But my friend gifted me with her amv of these two lovely little weirdos and I couldn't resist.

I love banter. I live off it. I've actually had a similar conversation with someone.

I kid you not.

Enjoy~

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The Fantastical and Pragmatic

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"It's odd how few people see that you are much more than just a pretty face," he comments when Yuffie Kisaragi once again proves just how much insight she has and just how much of the world she sees and understands. Far more than anyone had ever given her credit for.

But because she is who she is, and because she can never just let people see, she shatters the reality and masks it with the illusions [or perhaps that is the reality-?] of the girl she seems to be.

"You're right," she says with a smile, "I also have a fantastic ass."

"I was referring to something that is a part of who you are." And because he is Vincent he doesn't blush or smirk or react in any way, shape or form. It is as if she is not flirting with him so blatantly. It is because she is Yuffie and he is Vincent and never has it been any different between them. It is a strange sort of kinship they have, but it is there. And that is what matters.

"It is a part of me!" she says, completely serious, "really, what would I do if it didn't keep my pants up? That could make for some rather awkward situations."

He still finds himself amazed at this child thief's cleverness.

"I should hope that you would bother to buy yourself a belt, to avoid such things." He says.

"Why the heck would I bother to do that when I could just steal one of yours?"

His facial muscles twist into what might just be an almost-smile but isn't quite and smooth over once again before he answers, "It would not fit." Because he is nothing if not practical and logical.

Pragmatic. That is Vincent. He does not joke.

"Well you are very feminine. I wouldn't be surprised if under all that muscle-iness and scary capes and glares you're just a skinny little-."

He does not listen to the rest, simply sighs and walks away to go clean out his gun, perhaps shoot it. With the general target of his temple in mind.

"Vinnie, you know I really hate it when you ignore me." Somehow she is in front of him and pouting, arms crossed over her suspiciously enlarged chest (not that he was looking). The source of such growth was probably his missing materia.

He shook his head.

He changed his mind.

Yuffie would never be what one might consider deep.