Title: Babysitter
Words: 385
Summary: Wouldn't you want him to baby-sit you too?
A/N: I imagine he's good with kids in his own way.
"I can see my reflection in his arm! I told you he polishes it!"
He blinks. "…polish?"
Marlene nods vigorously. "Me and Denzel had a bet. I didn't think you polished your mechanical arm."
"But I figured it'd be like Tifa covering her face with that muck she has every month," puts in Denzel, grinning.
"It's called moisturizer!" protests Marlene on behalf of Tifa.
Denzel snickers. "It's green coloured mud and you know it."
While yet another argument begins between the two children, Vincent reaches over for a mug of Corel alcohol and sips it. He mulls over how he came to be here in Seventh Heaven, sitting at one of the tables with Denzel and Marlene while they do homework and argue over the shininess of Vincent's arm and what the stuff Tifa slathered on her face really was, while they complete assignments.
As it is, Cloud is stuck somewhere in Costa Del Sol because of weather conditions while Tifa has gone to Wutai to help Yuffie out. Apparently an arranged marriage has materialized and the princess wants her old girl friend to come and help convince her father that it is not the best of options to force her into holy matrimony with someone she doesn't even know. Red XIII has gone over to help since he is technically, the more diplomatic one. And the one with more teeth.
Obviously, someone has to stay behind and watch the kids. And since Barret is still searching for oil fields, Cid and Reeve are both busy and Vincent just happened to be around at the right time…
"Vincent, you decide. Is moisturizer really made out of the muck they dig out from under thousand year old rocks?" demands Marlene.
Vincent looks over at Denzel whose eyes are dancing in mischievous pleasure at pulling the younger girl's leg and sighs softly.
"You are in trouble when they get back," he states plainly.
The dancing eyes slip and fall into a pleading look. "That's not fair!"
"Life isn't fair."
"Aw, c'mon, Vinnie!"
"Vincent."
"But Yuffie-neechan calls you Vinnie."
"Vinnie's a cute name," comments Marlene suddenly, forgetting all about moisturizers and where they come from.
Taking another gulp of his drink, Vincent thinks he ought to be paid by the hour if this babysitting thing keeps on cropping up.
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End.