This one is about twice as long as the last one. It's still pretty cute, though. n.n
Picky, Picky...
"I don't know why you dragged me along. You could have done this by yourself."
"Ah, but what would be the fun in that? Now I have the chance to irritate you with…" Cloud quickly looked around, picking up a bundle of broccoli from behind him and waving it in Vincent's face furiously.
"Vegetables!"
"Vegetables…"
"Uh huh. Now grab that bag behind you."
"I hope you plan on eating that entire thing by yourself," Vincent remarked as he pulled off a bag from the stand next to the fruit. "There's no way in hell I'm going to."
"What, does Vinnie-winnie not like veggies?"
"Stop that."
"Damn, Vince, I swear you're like a toddler in a grown man's body! You don't like heights, you don't like animals, and you don't like vegetables… what do you like?"
"And I could swear you're mentally challenged sometimes. Do you really need me to answer that question?"
Cloud rolled his eyes and turned away from Vincent, but grinned once he was facing the opposite direction.
"Nah. Not really. Well, since you don't want to help me with the food, can you at least go find one of those disposable cameras? Tifa wanted to get one for Marlene, but couldn't. She asked me to."
"So then you get it."
"Toddler…"
"Shut up," Vincent mumbled as he walked to one of the checkout aisles that held cameras. He picked one up, examined it as if it had a bomb strapped to it, and walked back to where Cloud was.
"You haven't gotten the food yet?"
"No, not yet. Vince, do you like peanuts?"
Vincent raised an eyebrow and looked around, realizing that Cloud had moved over to the section where there were, in fact, several different types of peanuts. Vincent shrugged, even though Cloud was still facing the other way.
"I suppose so."
"Good…"
Cloud whirled around and hurled a handful of peanuts at Vincent, who blinked several times and stumbled back, shocked. Cloud laughed hysterically as Vincent tried to pull peanuts from his cloak and long hair. Vincent growled.
"And I'm the 'toddler'?"
"Hey, don't look at me. You're the one pouting about a bunch of stupid pean –"
A peanut quickly shut him off. A dry, salty peanut shell was in his mouth, and Vincent, grinning all the while, wasn't about to un-cover the hand that wouldn't let it pass his lips again.