[ He'd been out by Rocket Town when he got the call from Tifa, phone buzzing out a pattern in his pocket. She rarely called without some kind of reason, even if it's to check to make sure he's still alive, so he answered.
To his surprise, it'd been an invite to dinner. Vincent had taken a few moments to think on the last time he'd seen Tifa, Cloud, and the kids, realized with a curl of shame that it'd been a number of months. To say he's still adjusting to the flow of time once more would be a vast understatement. So he'd agreed, as readily as he agreed to anything, and let her know he would see them all in about a week.
Which is what brings him here, to their fully laden table–Tifa had outdone herself this time, he thinks. Something in him stirs at seeing the spread and he remembers, more than a year back, mentioning enjoying this kind of meal to her. It had been such an off-hand comment and the conversation hadn't lasted more than the span of two heartbeats. Still, she'd retained it. He makes a mental note to thank her again, in private. Right now, he doesn't have the words figured out. ]
I appreciate the invitation. I'd not noticed how much time had gone by. [ He'll work on it. But she is right, it should happen more often. And it would be good to see Barret, even in passing. Marlene looks eager–both to see her dad, no doubt, as well as to travel to the sunnier shores of Costa.
Denzel, though, looks unfazed by the excitement, his small face pulled into a scrutinizing frown. If Vincent didn't think it would get him kicked under the table, he'd say it was a near-perfect copy of Cloud's displeased expression. The thought passes quickly, soon replaced by amusement as he's asked if he's a vampire. Ducking his head minutely, he allows himself a private smile into his collar, schooling his face into something more neutral.
Marlene had asked him the same, more than a year prior, and she whispers loudly in the way that children do; "I told you he isn't, Denzel!" Said boy just frowns harder in his direction. ]
No, I'm not a vampire. [ He casts Tifa a thankful look of acknowledgement before turning his attention back to Denzel. ] ...I could see why someone may think as much, though.
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Date: 2024-04-12 02:00 am (UTC)To his surprise, it'd been an invite to dinner. Vincent had taken a few moments to think on the last time he'd seen Tifa, Cloud, and the kids, realized with a curl of shame that it'd been a number of months. To say he's still adjusting to the flow of time once more would be a vast understatement. So he'd agreed, as readily as he agreed to anything, and let her know he would see them all in about a week.
Which is what brings him here, to their fully laden table–Tifa had outdone herself this time, he thinks. Something in him stirs at seeing the spread and he remembers, more than a year back, mentioning enjoying this kind of meal to her. It had been such an off-hand comment and the conversation hadn't lasted more than the span of two heartbeats. Still, she'd retained it. He makes a mental note to thank her again, in private. Right now, he doesn't have the words figured out. ]
I appreciate the invitation. I'd not noticed how much time had gone by. [ He'll work on it. But she is right, it should happen more often. And it would be good to see Barret, even in passing. Marlene looks eager–both to see her dad, no doubt, as well as to travel to the sunnier shores of Costa.
Denzel, though, looks unfazed by the excitement, his small face pulled into a scrutinizing frown. If Vincent didn't think it would get him kicked under the table, he'd say it was a near-perfect copy of Cloud's displeased expression. The thought passes quickly, soon replaced by amusement as he's asked if he's a vampire. Ducking his head minutely, he allows himself a private smile into his collar, schooling his face into something more neutral.
Marlene had asked him the same, more than a year prior, and she whispers loudly in the way that children do; "I told you he isn't, Denzel!" Said boy just frowns harder in his direction. ]
No, I'm not a vampire. [ He casts Tifa a thankful look of acknowledgement before turning his attention back to Denzel. ] ...I could see why someone may think as much, though.