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How to annoy an Angsting host.
Visitor: Cid Highwind
Since his awakening by Cloud and the group, Vincent has gone to war, saved the world thrice over, and bought the Shinra estate as his own. He has also moved his coffin into the master bedroom.
Another day in solitude. Such was Vincent's hope for the next 24 hours.
Pushing the lid from his coffin, his dreary eyes were met with a barrage of smoke. Coughing, wheezing, and tumbling from the coffin as he tried to stand. Vincent was met with another unwelcome morning greeting. In the form of an airship pilot leaping onto him and straddling him by the hips to the floor.
"Hey Vince! Good to see ya!"
Finding his legs trapped beneath the stubble faced Pilot, Vincent coughed once more, before sweeping the stray locks from his face and looking up with the familiar blank face at Cid Highwind.
"Uh... Cid. What are you doing here?"
Shoving Vincent meaninglessly back to the floor as he tried to raise himself an inch, Cid bellowed through the morning:
"I came to pay ya a visit dummy!" Followed by the inevitable: "And I have a favour to ask..."
"Could we do this somewhere other than my bedroom floor?"
Recoiling with playful disgust, and holding up the finger that so brilliantly showed off his Engagement ring through layers of solidified Oil, Cid dissapeared downstairs mumbling something about the latest upgrades to his ship.
After acquiring his cloak, and some everyday (black) clothing, Vincent had made his way downstairs as well. He was greeted by the worst Piano playing of all time, and an intoxicated voice screaming the Lyrics to 'Free Bird' so out of Tune it should have been illegal.
Raising gradually from mumbling, to nearly shouting Cid's voice through the unholy ritual that was the Pilot's musical performance, Vincent was greeted with an innocent shrug and an:
"I couldn't resist! I can't let my talents go to waste..."
Silently pondering whether these talents were a form of torture Cid had perfected, he was suddenly being marched along with the other mans arm around his shoulders, and was being blessed with yet another ten hour speech on every tiny detail of the Sierra Mark 2.