[It's a strange thing, to suddenly be a stranger to somebody. Something that, if he were entirely honest, some years ago he might have wished for. (With a certain ninja, perhaps not that long ago.) Vincent never had an issue with awkwardness. Nor long silences. Nor even what people thought while speaking to him.
But even then, this was different. He can see the discomfort in the young woman before him, and part of him... actually felt for her. His mind turns to what the others would do. Make a joke of speaking to Cloud. Perhaps even lightly make fun of his serious manner of speaking. Liken it to a military briefing.
But again, that's not his way. Instead, something more sentimental comes.]
I was told that you'd rather not know how things are. But...
[Hopefully what he was to disclose would be of comfort.]
...The new Seventh Heaven. It's...
[Nice? Large? Comfortable? Doesn't smell like he imagined the one in the slums to smell like? Doesn't smell at all, actually? His chin sinks into his high collar, and his voice is somewhat muffled as result.]
all good! I got the gist of it even without html <3
[It's a strange thing, to suddenly be a stranger to somebody. Something that, if he were entirely honest, some years ago he might have wished for. (With a certain ninja, perhaps not that long ago.) Vincent never had an issue with awkwardness. Nor long silences. Nor even what people thought while speaking to him.
But even then, this was different. He can see the discomfort in the young woman before him, and part of him... actually felt for her. His mind turns to what the others would do. Make a joke of speaking to Cloud. Perhaps even lightly make fun of his serious manner of speaking. Liken it to a military briefing.
But again, that's not his way. Instead, something more sentimental comes.]
I was told that you'd rather not know how things are. But...
[Hopefully what he was to disclose would be of comfort.]
...The new Seventh Heaven. It's...
[Nice? Large? Comfortable? Doesn't smell like he imagined the one in the slums to smell like? Doesn't smell at all, actually? His chin sinks into his high collar, and his voice is somewhat muffled as result.]
...Busy. You're- [Future you.] doing well.