PWaaa! Sorry about the lack of updates! I kinda got sidetracked by spending time with my family and then I had a bunch of training at work. At least I tried to write a bit during my training! I think I'll buy some paper so I can write at any time. That should keep me going.
Thanks to all my reviewers! You all rock! I just had to leave that last chapter as a cliff hanger. I know... I'm so mean. :P
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Vincent peered over Cid's shoulder into the small apartment. He didn't notice anything special about it while following Cid inside. Cid slumped down lazily on the small couch in the living room and watched Vincent as he scanned the room for any explanation as to why he had been brought here. All he could see from his vantage point was the small living room where Cid was seated and a kitchen to his right. There wasn't much furniture, just the couch Cid was sitting on and a small TV on a stand in the corner of the main room. It certainly didn't look as though he had been brought there for malicious purposes. He was brought out of his puzzling thoughts by Cid's voice.
"So, what do you think?" Cid asked turning himself to face Vincent who was still standing just inside the doorway. He still managed to be taking up half of the couch while doing so.
"About what?" Vincent was clearly confused as to why he was here which caused a smirk to appear on Cid's face. He could barely hold back the laughter which was threatening to come out. Vincent raised an eyebrow while waiting for Cid to continue. Cid took some time to compose himself while Vincent just stood there waiting. The serious look on Vincent's face diminished some of Cid's confidence.
"Well..." Cid suddenly seemed reluctant as Vincent was watching him intently. Cid scratched the back of his head and turned away from Vincent to look at the floor. He muttered something, but Vincent couldn't make out what he was trying to say.
"What was that?" Vincent asked taking a couple steps towards him. Cid mumbled a bit more as Vincent made his way over to stand right in front of him. "What?" he asked again leaning in a little to see if he could hear him better.
"You can fucking live here instead of that shit hole hotel!" Cid looked uncomfortable and also a bit angry, but now he had lifted his head to look directly into Vincent's eyes. He hands were balled into tight fists which he held at his sides. Vincent was visibly shocked at both his outburst and at the proposal. Cid noticed this and quickly looked away defeated. It was awhile before Vincent began to reply.
"Cid... I..." Vincent was desperately trying to find the words to say to Cid.
"Fuck." Cid said it more in disappointment than in anger this time. "I should've known that it was a bad idea."
"No Cid. That's not..." Cid stopped him suddenly.
"I can be so stupid sometimes. You don't even fucking know me and I drag you all the way out here for nothing. You probably really did think I was going to kill you or something. I really don't think things through enough." Cid stood up and looked at Vincent. "I guess I should take you back to work now." He started walking towards the door.
"No Cid." Vincent said carefully making sure that Cid had heard him. Cid turned around to see Vincent staring at him.
'What could he be saying no to?' he thought as he leaned against the wall by the door. 'Maybe he's planning on never going back to work again because I'm such a fucktard. Or maybe...' Cid stopped thinking so much about it and waited for Vincent's explanation.
Vincent was standing stoically trying to think of exactly what he was going to say. He never was good at speaking his mind to people. The words never came out right and he always took so long trying to think of what to say. So long sometimes that people thought that he was ignoring them. He really didn't want Cid to think that he was ignoring him, but he also didn't want to say the wrong thing. "Cid, I would love to." He said finally. 'No... that's not right. Love? Cid might take that the wrong way...' Vincent cursed himself inwardly.
Cid's eyes lit up with Vincent's reply. "Oh!" Cid hadn't really thought everything through, but was eager to help Vincent. "Let's see then..." He drifted off in thought and started walking around the room talking to himself. Vincent sat down on the couch and watched him with mild amusement. It was apparant that Cid was trying to figure out how things would work now that they were going to be roommates, but Vincent couldn't actually hear what he was saying.
Vincent let him continue for a little while before interrupting. "Do you always talk to yourself?"
"Aw shit man..." Cid stopped where he was and turned away blushing. "I just get all fucking nervous and shit..."
"And you start to curse more too." Vincent pointed out.
Cid turned to look at him. "Fuck you." At that Vincent burst out laughing. The sight of Cid just standing there looking shocked at Vincent's reaction made him laugh even harder. He clutched at his stomach with his good hand trying to stop himself. Cid smiled and playfully punched Vincent in the shoulder. Vincent was still trying to recover from his laughing fit when he looked up at Cid. "I guess we should figure out what I'm going to do with you."
Thanks to all my reviewers! You all rock! I just had to leave that last chapter as a cliff hanger. I know... I'm so mean. :P
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Vincent peered over Cid's shoulder into the small apartment. He didn't notice anything special about it while following Cid inside. Cid slumped down lazily on the small couch in the living room and watched Vincent as he scanned the room for any explanation as to why he had been brought here. All he could see from his vantage point was the small living room where Cid was seated and a kitchen to his right. There wasn't much furniture, just the couch Cid was sitting on and a small TV on a stand in the corner of the main room. It certainly didn't look as though he had been brought there for malicious purposes. He was brought out of his puzzling thoughts by Cid's voice.
"So, what do you think?" Cid asked turning himself to face Vincent who was still standing just inside the doorway. He still managed to be taking up half of the couch while doing so.
"About what?" Vincent was clearly confused as to why he was here which caused a smirk to appear on Cid's face. He could barely hold back the laughter which was threatening to come out. Vincent raised an eyebrow while waiting for Cid to continue. Cid took some time to compose himself while Vincent just stood there waiting. The serious look on Vincent's face diminished some of Cid's confidence.
"Well..." Cid suddenly seemed reluctant as Vincent was watching him intently. Cid scratched the back of his head and turned away from Vincent to look at the floor. He muttered something, but Vincent couldn't make out what he was trying to say.
"What was that?" Vincent asked taking a couple steps towards him. Cid mumbled a bit more as Vincent made his way over to stand right in front of him. "What?" he asked again leaning in a little to see if he could hear him better.
"You can fucking live here instead of that shit hole hotel!" Cid looked uncomfortable and also a bit angry, but now he had lifted his head to look directly into Vincent's eyes. He hands were balled into tight fists which he held at his sides. Vincent was visibly shocked at both his outburst and at the proposal. Cid noticed this and quickly looked away defeated. It was awhile before Vincent began to reply.
"Cid... I..." Vincent was desperately trying to find the words to say to Cid.
"Fuck." Cid said it more in disappointment than in anger this time. "I should've known that it was a bad idea."
"No Cid. That's not..." Cid stopped him suddenly.
"I can be so stupid sometimes. You don't even fucking know me and I drag you all the way out here for nothing. You probably really did think I was going to kill you or something. I really don't think things through enough." Cid stood up and looked at Vincent. "I guess I should take you back to work now." He started walking towards the door.
"No Cid." Vincent said carefully making sure that Cid had heard him. Cid turned around to see Vincent staring at him.
'What could he be saying no to?' he thought as he leaned against the wall by the door. 'Maybe he's planning on never going back to work again because I'm such a fucktard. Or maybe...' Cid stopped thinking so much about it and waited for Vincent's explanation.
Vincent was standing stoically trying to think of exactly what he was going to say. He never was good at speaking his mind to people. The words never came out right and he always took so long trying to think of what to say. So long sometimes that people thought that he was ignoring them. He really didn't want Cid to think that he was ignoring him, but he also didn't want to say the wrong thing. "Cid, I would love to." He said finally. 'No... that's not right. Love? Cid might take that the wrong way...' Vincent cursed himself inwardly.
Cid's eyes lit up with Vincent's reply. "Oh!" Cid hadn't really thought everything through, but was eager to help Vincent. "Let's see then..." He drifted off in thought and started walking around the room talking to himself. Vincent sat down on the couch and watched him with mild amusement. It was apparant that Cid was trying to figure out how things would work now that they were going to be roommates, but Vincent couldn't actually hear what he was saying.
Vincent let him continue for a little while before interrupting. "Do you always talk to yourself?"
"Aw shit man..." Cid stopped where he was and turned away blushing. "I just get all fucking nervous and shit..."
"And you start to curse more too." Vincent pointed out.
Cid turned to look at him. "Fuck you." At that Vincent burst out laughing. The sight of Cid just standing there looking shocked at Vincent's reaction made him laugh even harder. He clutched at his stomach with his good hand trying to stop himself. Cid smiled and playfully punched Vincent in the shoulder. Vincent was still trying to recover from his laughing fit when he looked up at Cid. "I guess we should figure out what I'm going to do with you."