Cid grunted and wiped the sweat from his brow as he scooted himself from underneath The Shera. He sat up and began to fish around for the wrench he needed. Why was it that whenever he needed something, it always sprouted legs and wandered away? "Cid, are you looking for this?" Cid glanced up, searching for the owner of the voice that called out to him. His eyes found Vincent, clad in the black leather that he wore on a daily basis with that crimson cape that had a collar so high that it hid most of his gorgeous face.
"How can you be wearin' all of that?" Cid exclaimed in disbelief. "It's nearly 95 degrees out and yer dressed like a friggin' vampire!" Said "vampire" chuckled darkly and held out his right hand. Clenched in his fist was the wrench that he needed. "Thanks, could ya hand that to me?" Cid was relieved that Vincent had found the much needed tool.
"You'll have to come here," Vincent told him, his voice barely carrying over the short distance they were standing. Cid scratched his head in confusion. Sometimes the gunslinger confused him to no end. Normally when he did that, all he wanted was a hug. Cid stepped closer to Vincent, his mind focused on the wrench. He did not pay any attention to the left hand that was behind the ex-Turk's back.
When he was close enough to retrieve the tool, Vincent used the opportunity to break the hidden water balloon over the pilot's head. Cid spluttered, blinking in surprise. "Dammit, what the hell was that fer?" Vincent grinned and handed Cid the wrench. "That was to help cool you off. I am well aware of what the temperature is out here, and I thought that would be helpful."
Cid paused momentarily, taking in what Vincent said. Then, an idea pulled itself together. He dashed for the hose that was lying near his plane. He had planned to wash it once he was done with the routine maintenance. Luckily it was still on… Vincent's eyes widened as he realized what Cid planned to do with that hose.
"Cid, be rational about this," Vincent placated as he backed out of the hose's range. Cid grinned and turned the nozzle. "Sorry darlin', you'll have ta come a bit closer. I can' hear what yer saying!" He opened the nozzle fully and water sprayed from the end. Unfortunately, Vincent hadn't backed away enough to avoid the spray.
He had braved gunfire heavier than this, so he decided to do the only thing he could do: get the hose away from Cid before he could do anymore damage. He made a beeline straight for the pilot, and he heard maniacal laughter as Cid directed the water into Vincent's face. Vincent grimaced and wiped water out of his eyes. He saw his moment of opportunity, and grabbed the hose.
Cid and Vincent tussled briefly for the hose, the open nozzle effectively soaking them both. Vincent twisted the hose from Cid's grasp and turned the nozzle to the off position. He snickered at the sight of the younger man's drenched clothing. Cid took one look at Vincent's soaked form and burst out laughing. "I'd say that this isn't what was planned," Vincent commented. "But it was certainly worthwhile. Wouldn't you say?"
"At least now I can hug ya and you won't have a reason ta complain!"