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How to Annoy and Angsting Host
Visitor (s) : Barret Wallace + Marlene and Denzel
Answering a strangely forceful knocking at his Estate's door, and the yelling of his visitor, Vincent already knew exactly who had come to see him.
"'Sup Vince! You look a little pale bro... hope you don't mind, but I said I'd take the kids to visit y'all this week, so we hitched a ride from Cid over here."
Distracted by Barret's endless greeting speech, while at the same time trying to decipher half if it from the Giant man's accent, Vincent was oblivious to the two young children that had slinked under his cloak to find his gun belt.
"Cool..." Came the voice of an awe-struck Denzel.
Gasping suddenly, and reach an arm down just in time, Vincent retreived his Tri-barreled handgun Cerberus, from the innocent but clumsy hands of the ragged haired youth.
Leaving his billowing cloak with hanging heads and arms behind their backs, Denzel and Marlene both looked up with puppy dog eyes and chorused:
"Can we have a look at your gun Uncle Vincent?"
Staring coldy and dissaprovingly down at the pair, Vincent was about to mouth his obvious response, when a massive hand slapped him on the back, causing him to wheeze, half bend over, and drop the firearm into the awaiting hands of Denzel.
The children, both squeaking a gleeful thanks, before scurrying off into the Mansion somewhere. Vincent, regaining his composure, looked back at Barret with slightly widened eyes. The kind that said 'Are you insane?!'
"Ah let them have their fun Vince. Y'know I bet even yo ass was a little kid once."
"I didn't get to play with deadly weapons when I was ten year-"
A sudden, no, three sudden pains in his leg made Vincent half grunt half scream as he fell to the floor confused and bleeding.
"Whoopsie!" Called out the ever innocent voice of Marlene.
"I TOLD you girls are bad shots! You gotta aim higher!"
Yelping, and sheilding his face with his steel hands, Vincent scrambled to Barret for help, who was laughing his ass off for numerous reasons. Left to his own ends to fend off the murderous children, Vincent cried inside as he realised how much ammo he had in the gun, and how far away his potion pack was.
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