Cloud,
Unless the unforeseeable has also caught up with you, I will not be there when you arrive. There is vegetable chili and ghysal salad in the fridge. Hopefully I will see you in the morning.
V.
**
Vincent – Thanks for leaving dinner. One of these days you’ll have to leave me some chocobo or something too! I know you’re a raging carnivore and all, but you could share a drumstick once in a while. Tifa called with a rush delivery, sorry to run off without seeing you. Maybe Thursday? Cloud
**
Cloud,
There are tomato soup and chese sandwiches in the oven. They should be warm if you stop by. There’s no clean silverware, but I’m sure a resourceful soldier like you will manage. Sorry there’s no drumsticks; the only meat I crave these days is raw human flesh, and leaving you a hand didn’t seem quite appropriate. If you want to see me, you know where to find me.
V.
**
“I didn’t mean to rag on you, Vincent.”
“…”
“Okay, I did mean to rag on you, but didn’t, you know, mean anything by it.”
“I know.”
“You don’t really..?”
“Are you sure?”
“Is that what you do when you go out at night?”
“No. Actually, I don’t eat meat when I can help it.”
“What, like at all?”
“Sometimes, but I try not to.”
“Why?”
“Believe it or not, religion.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“Nope.”
“But you were a Turk! How could you…”
“How could I worry about killing?”
“Well, yeah.”
“It’s just different. Maybe that’s hypocritical, I don’t know.”
“Eh, if it means something to you, then do it. It’s not like it’ll kill me to buy my own Kalm Fried Chocobo.”
“I’m not sure if it means something or if it’s just a way of proving to myself I’m not… you know, Chaos or Gallian.”
“Well, in general, I think I’d notice if you were.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Lack of horns or purple fur, for example.”
“That’s not–”
“–what you mean, I know.”
“Cloud?”
“Yes.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“Okay.”
