A hearty laugh passed his lips then and his shoulders shook at the force before Cid flipped his cards that he placed down up. "Full House," he reported with a look, eyes following the arm with the plates and his features went to that of when he'd finally gotten a smoke after a long day. Leaning back he placed the other cards in his hands down on the bed while sighing softly. "And I said that I don't mind. Do however you wanna do it." Closing his eyes he let his fingers to his free hand drum on the comforter and soon let them open halfway to see what the man across from him had. "Not like I don't take opinions...'cept when it comes to my ship." His brows furrowed while looking to the side. "Damn Chocobo had the guts to tell me how to run it..."
"I have three of a kind, you win," Vincent reported, placing his cards on the mattress for Cid to see that he wasn't lying before scooting back to rest against the wall which wasn't far from his bed and he could stretch out his legs and let them hide under the small opening in-between the ground and the metal bar.
Seeing the other's cards had Cid lift his hand and almost grabbing for the fag that wasn't there. Shit, he thought with narrowed eyes, I friggin' miss my cigs... Soon shifting the hand to scratch at the little hairs that he still needed to shave off for the clean-cut look. Still, he sometimes wondered why he bothered shaving since it only made him look odd. A few had commented on it and told him at one time to keep at least some hair on his face. Not that he minded, it was just annoying when it got a little too long for his liking.
"So, what is it that you wish to know about me?" he asked, letting his eyes tear from Cid's face and to the ceiling once more. There was something interesting about the void of color that white was, and even the way it stretched endlessly about them. Vincent returned his gaze to the other, watching as Cid talked a little about his ship and a random Chocobo somewhere in his memories. He thought for a moment about that outburst, assuming that it might have something to do with Cloud Strife, the boy with bright yellow and spiky hair.
"...did you really intend to sleep for all that fucking time if you hadn't joined us?" he questioned, looking down on the cards with furrowed brows, his expression one of deep thought before letting out a breath. "I mean, ya did say you didn't want us around when dumb ass opened the coffin."
Vincent's eye lids fell half mast once more, taking note of every movement the other had to fix the mystery that still hung over his head. The way he spoke would lead those he met to assume he was uncontrollable, it was forceful, but even now, Vincent could see the calm layer underneath. Agitated. He might say.
"I would have stayed inside the coffin. There was no reason other than taking my revenge on Sephiroth that would take me from my punishment," he said, lifting his hand and once more running his fingers through his hair.
It was odd how he fought to move his body when Cid was in the room. When he had been in the coffin, he was content just sleeping there, not moving a single finger or batting an eyelash. This happened whenever he was alone in the room. In fact, he'd most likely forget to blink unless someone came in. He didn't expound it, there was no need to. Cid would most likely be annoyed with the lack of information.
Leaning back where he sat the blond took in the information and sighed heavily before moving to swipe the cards up and redistribute them before setting the stack down once again. "So...you were serious when you said that." Planting a socked foot down he picked up his cards and his sapphire hues fell halfway shut.
One pair. Joy.
"I do not see why I would talk about something serious in a whimsical manner," Vincent replied, shifting his gaze down to the cards placed before him. He sighed, pulling himself up a little just to pull the cards up to his face. Four of a kind. Judging from the expression Cid had when he saw his cards could only mean that it wasn't a very good pair.
"I guess it's not that bad," he spoke before shrugging, "what with ya being serious and whatnot about this 'I must repent' shit."
Perhaps just a high card, or even something less. However, Vincent still hadn't found out what Cid figured to be a bad hand. "You may think what you wish, I do what I think is best," he said, conveying his little need to be swayed by another's opinions. He returned his cards back to their resting place and lay back against the wall.
Glancing up Cid let out a soft chuckle. "Never said it was a bad thing, sunshine." he replied before setting the cards he'd chosen down with his eyes averting and sighing softly with half-lidded eyes. "Almost everyone looks out for themselves nowadays, it's nice when you have someone to travel along with or to talk to." Looking back he offered a soft smile. "Don't ya think?" Though as he watched the paler man's movements the thirty-two year old captain sighed inwardly. Somehow he got the feeling he may as well kiss his stress relief goodbye.
He blinked, cocking his head to the side curiously. "Is that why you continue to talk to me?" Vincent asked, flipping over his cards and showing his three of a kind. Instead of waiting for him to acknowledge his win, he just continued. "I can tell that the others think I am rather uninteresting. Do you think that as well, or are you different from them?" Vincent asked, shifting his body back to have his bottom rest on his legs. Perhaps he had pegged Cid incorrectly. His arms took their place where they were previously, folded before him where he took his chance to read every expression and move of the other.
"Hell no, think I'd waste my time chatting to just a random person who doesn't seem that fun to chat with?" he snorted before seeing the cards and hearing Vincent ask the real question before pursing his lips, thoughts fogging his mind and then eventually found his answer.
He watched as Cid pondered an answer to his question, silently pleased that he was actually contemplating his response.
"They can't tell shit from a person's actions. I decided to give ya a shot and you turned out to be pretty interestin'." Raising a hand he slapped Vincent's shoulder playfully. "'sides..." Lowering the hand the man smirked slightly. "I like a good mystery, and you're just a cluster of 'em." Pulling the hand back Cid then moved his legs to sit cross-legged. "You're not boring at all, actually."
Vincent shrugged, seeing the light and truth behind his words simply from the smirk in his eyes. His eyes once again hazed with dark hair over his left eye, this time he rose a hand to push it back. It was the sudden slap that allowed an awkward emotion to fill him from his shoulder and throughout his body. Vincent didn't take much stock in this random feeling as he realized how odd Cid was. While others showed an uninterest in him, Cid still made an attempt to break his shell. "You're interesting as well, though I'm still perplexed by the way you think. When something's difficult most people tend to leave it be, but you're rather strong willed, aren't you?"
While the other man spoke Cid raised a brow as he took in the other's words and what tone was used to express them. Deciding it wasn't a bad tone he took the cards and began to shuffle with half-lidded eyes. "Well, can't say I'm damn smart 'bout how to react with people that much. I work more with machinery and tinkering with shit 'stead of talkin'."
Vincent's eyes focused on the quick succession of shuffling in Cid's hands, noticing the callouses on the tips of the other's fingers and noting the rough, yet careful way he shuffled them. A contrast, but a good one, to be sure.
Setting the cards down he then lifted one and looked at it before putting it on the bottom. "I used to talk to myself more than anything 'fore a met you guys. Messing with my tools, trying to figure out what I could do next. Hell, I even usually slept outside. Passed right out from exhaustion!" A laugh came then and then pulled up the Ace of hearts.
His head tilted to the side as he heard the words meet his ears. Exhaustion was funny to this man? Wouldn't that be considered serious if one didn't willfully sleep? He heard enough of it to bring his eyes up from the dealt hand as they stopped to deal the cards out just as before. Now his dark colored eyes focused on Cid's mouth, soon circling the air pilot's face. "I can't say that sleeping in a coffin for many years helped much either. Though, I suppose that you are comfortable in your time spent on mechanics and such," Vincent commented, assuming this due to how he spoke.
"Still do, but at least I came around and began talking to people...'stead of focusing on what I really want to do most and not care for anyone else." Slowly he lowered the card. "It's almost like how the thing driving you was revenge. Me...I wanna fly."
"I can't see the joy in flying as you do. If men were to be meant to fly, wouldn't they be born with wings? Besides," he continued, "if one is in the air, it only means that there is somewhere when they must fall."
Sighing as he listened to the dark haired man he pushed the card in his hand to the side while rubbing his eyes with a hand before finally looking up. "Shinra ruined almost everything in this world. They took away the rocket I was fixin' so it could go back into space or some shit. That tubby bastard tried to take my plane..." His left hand held onto the sheets and lowered his head with furrowed brows. "But they ain't takin' away my dream. Sure, I'm captain of an aircraft but it's just not enough."
Everyone in the group they were in had a grudge against Shin-Ra. If there was nothing else in common, that would be it. They united against a common enemy.
Blinking he then uncurled the fist and pushed himself to stand while rubbing his face with both hands. "Urgh...shit...sorry about that. Guess those rich bastards got to me, and got me good."
He didn't do anything as Cid explained his situation. His head shifted to the right a little, moving his eyes to point on the quilt that wasn't particularly interesting, but caught his eye all the same.
Letting his arms fall a small grin was on his face and gathered up his cards. "You've been looking bored since we started the fucking game so I'll stop bothering ya." Shoving the cards into the container Cid let out a heavy breath and inhaled slowly each time.
"I like talking to you," Vincent said, shrugging and standing himself up, walking past Cid, whom was cleaning up the cards and made his way to the bathroom they both shared.
Vincent had said it like it didn't matter, but the meaning behind it had perplexed even Vincent's mind. Loneliness almost guaranteed no harm or sorrow to another person. Those that never know of a companion don't beg and plead for it because they're not sure it exists.
"I apologize if it felt like I was uninterested," Vincent said, closing the door to the bathroom slowly behind him and lifting the seat. Perhaps he was losing his grip, saying such things.
Moving over to his side of the room the blond glanced over his shoulder to Vincent and shrugged. "I like talking to ya too." he called over his shoulder before the door shut and plopping down onto his bed and sighing heavily. Thinking back on how things were when he was with Shera and them working together, it wasn't too bad, though she was really concerned about his well being. Turning to lay on his back, arms spread out and lips parted Cid stared up at the ceiling, closing his eyes slowly as he listened to the outside. The small rattle of something every now and again before the blond began to doze off, soft exhales passing his lips while his hair rested comfortably atop his head and the bangs somewhat resting on his forehead.
Vincent opened the door some time later and blinked as he heard a quiet noise.
A snore uttering from the blond's lips. It wasn't the kind that rocked an entire room or hotel, it was soft, comforting even. He was surprised at the docile expression Cid wore.
The sound kept him captivated, his feet not moving from where they stood as his eyes traveled down the sleeping body and then back up to the face. He shook his head to break himself free of the trance, black strands now covering most of his vision. If he just lay down in his bed, he could almost guarantee that he'd fall fast asleep.
Still, he found himself distracted by the other's facial features. The five o'clock shadow and the blond strands falling into his face.
He shrugged, pulling himself across the room and pulling his clothes off of the chair. He replaced his bandanna, coat, and everything he'd taken off before to its rightful place, even the gun to its holster. Perhaps he should take a walk.
Turning onto his side after a while the blond Highwind exhaled lightly and his chest rose and lowered in a steady, slow, manner, as if his lungs took time to appreciate the air within them before letting it go. Scrunching his nose up for a moment then lifting a hand to scratch at his cheek before settling all over again.
The dream was pleasant, he was flying, just like he said he wanted to be, the wind blowing on his face and blue eyes shimmering with joy as he laughed within the dream. Letting out a soft groan Cid mumbled some incoherent things before going back to how he normally rested.
Vincent glanced back.
He had his hand grasped around the door handle, gazing at the other's sleepy actions. Another shake of his head broke him from his thoughts as he walked through the door and closed it behind him with a light click. It had managed to miss his red cape as he checked that it was indeed closed. Cid would be able to rest in peace, assuming that one of the other team members didn't come up to bother him. They wouldn't have a need and never had as far as Vincent knew since none of them had any with to get to know Vincent and seemed to even be a little scared of him.
He strode down the hall, eyes staring straight ahead before going down the stairs and seeing Cloud and the rest sitting at the bar and talking amongst themselves over a few alcoholic drinks. They seemed to not notice him as he walked out of the haunted hotel.