Reeve and Cid lasted almost two months before a rather embarrassed Cid looked up Kunsel.
"He's a great guy, really. Nothin' wrong with Reeve at all. And pretty to. It's jest…"
"Just what?" Kunsel said, not looking up from polishing his helmet.
"..it's that cat-doll of his." No one would ever say Cid Highwind was chicken but… "It freaks me out," he confessed. "I don't know if it's alive or not. I think it's watching me in the shower!"
"Ah, right, I had forgotten about Cait. I guess it can be pretty creepy, but I assure you it is not a threat. It's just a kind of magical-robotic cat that Reeve is building as a side project. It will be used for spy missions later on, when it's ready…." Kunsel glanced up and sighed. "I'm not a Turk, Cid."
"Huh. Could have fooled me." Cid glared at him. "'Cause it seems ta me ya know a hell of a lot that yer not supposed ta know about, and I wonder what the *real* Turks would say about that, ya know, 'cause I've heard…"
"How about Sephiroth?" Kunsel interrupted sweetly.
Cid fell quiet so fast he almost choked on his own words.
"Sephiroth? *The* Sephiroth?! How do ya even…no, wait, forget that question. Forget everythin'. If ya can hook me up on a date with *him* I'm ready ta believe anythin' ya say!" Red-faced with excitement, Cid threw his arms around Kunsel who squarked with surprise. "Maybe I should even shave? And put on a clean shirt….aw, fuck it, do I have any clean shirts? Maybe I should jest buy a new one. And some breath mints…"
Listing an impressing amount of 'improvements' to himself Cid ambled of in search of a store and a razor. Kunsel smiled, rather nastily.
"I know you are in there, Cid." Kunself kicked the door to the cleaners' store room. "Get out of there. Half of ShinRa is looking for you."
Silence from within the locked room.
"He's not here," Kunsel sighed. "I give you my word…as a Soldier."
A muted snort from within.
"I *am* a Soldier you know. Now open the door before I jimmy the lock."
Reluctantly the lock was turned and a blond head peered out suspiciously between the brooms and the wet wipes. A smell of cleaning chemicals, tea, and cigarette smoke followed him like a grey cloud.
Cid sighed with relief when he saw Kunsel was alone.
"So, I guess it didn't go to well?" Kunsel sat down on an upside-down bucket.
"At the contrary, he liked me a lot." Cid growled and stretched. "And ya know what, when that guy likes something he *obsesses*! I couldn't go two steps without him hoverin' over me like some overgrown mother-chocobo! It ain't right, I'm telling ya. The guy's insane."
"Insane might be overdoing it a bit…" Kunsel said mildly.
"Nu-uh. If it looks like insanity, smells like insanity, tastes like insanity and walks like insanity then it's bloody *insane*! I'm stayin' in here until he dies of old age."
"You can't stay in a storage room!"
"Hell, yeah, I can!" Cid snatched up a broom. "Look I've even developed a new fighting style adapted fer thee things." He showed of some moves and Kunsel nodded impressed.
"Very good. But still…" he rolled his eyes as he saw the stubborn set of Cid's jaw. "Would it help if I tell you Sephiroth isn't interested in you any longer?"
"Yeah, right." Cid threw a paranoid glance over his shoulder and hefted the mop.
"My words as…whatever you think I really am. He was so upset when he couldn't find you that I set him up on a date with that blonde cadet. They hit it off right away, and Cloud could need some protection anyway."
"Really? Are ya sure?" Cid relaxed a little and lowered his make-shift weapon.
"Apparently our war hero has a thing for blondes." Kunsel rubbed his hands eagerly. "So, who's next?"
"I really don't think I wanna date again for like…ever." Cid tossed the mop back where it belonged and sat down. "I'm thinkin' it would be easier if I jest got castrated. No more worries and I could concentrate on space and flyin'."
"But that would be such a shame!" Kunsel snickered a bit. "I have the perfect date for you. You will love him. Everyone loves him. He's the most loveable person ever…"
"Zack, ya mean?" Cid lit up a bit. Kunsel stiffened, almost unnoticeable.
"You know him?" He said with just a touch of ice in his voice.
"Everyone knows Zack!" Cid tog up, suddenly eager again. "He's such a great guy! Always makes everyone happy – that is jest what I need ta get over that silver loony."
"Right then." Kunsel's cranky face was hidden behind his visor. "I'll fix you up."