A/N: I was going to leave it as a one shot, but since some reviewers wanted the proper answer to the question… it won't be here. XP Wait for the next (last, hopefully) one.

No Sense in Humour

"You."

In all the time he had been alive, he had only ever heard one person turn 'you' into a swear word, and that was himself (he didn't get out much). However, Cid did a pretty good job of it too. Then again, this was Cid. God forbid he ever had kids; Shera would probably have to tape his mouth up.

"Yes…?" Vincent blinked at the blond, looking completely… normal.

"What the bleep did you tell the two girlies? They're clogging up the plumbing!"

It took a moment before Vincent processed the meaning behind this exclamation, after which he was doubly thankful for his cloak. He chanced a glance at the pilot, and noted that Cid was decidedly unhappy. Ah.

"Yuffie asked if I ever took this off and I gave her an answer," he replied finally, as diplomatically as he could.

The look in the pilot's eyes turned to one of suspicion. "What did you tell them?"

"That there were maggots?" catching the murderous look, he quickly added, "I was only joking." Rapid healing abilities aside, it still wouldn't be pleasant to be intimately acquainted with the business end of Cid's spear.

The spear-wielding man looked as if he was going to say something rating-inappropriate. Instead, he sighed and glared at Vincent. "You have a twisted sense of humour, Valentine."

The red-cloaked man shrugged, unsure of what to make of the comment.

"So, do you ever remove that thing?"

"Occasionally," admitted Vincent. "I can show you."

Everyone in a two-corridor radius heard the string of expletives that followed. Reeve, in particular, caught the brunt of it, being just about to walk down the corridor Cid and Vincent were in. While his mind refused to process most of the little rant, the gist of the message went something like this:

"What the bleeping bleep?! Put that bleeping bleeper back on! You'll bleeping give me bleeping nightmares, you bleeping bleeper with your bleeping bleeped sense of humour!"

It was a rather odd thing to be screaming, which led Reeve to approach the two, forgetting that curiosity killed the cat (rather ironically, considering how many Cait Siths he'd lost to that same curiosity).

"What's going on?" he asked, perplexed at the rather green look on Cid's face and the completely unreadable one on Vincent's.

Vincent sighed. "Cid asked me if I ever removed my gauntlet…"

"Don't bleeping ask, Reeve, unless you want bleeping nightmares for the rest of your bleeping life."

On hearing that, Vincent seemed to disappear a little further into his red cloak. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "I don't think I should be attempting anymore humour."

"Damn right!"

"If anyone needs me, you have my number…"

If they hadn't known better, they would have sworn that Vincent was running away from the two of them.