[ a shoulder lifts in a small shrug as his head tips gently to the side, scarlet eyes bright beneath the unruly fall of his hair. ] I was going that way. [ he'd wandered for a while, but this place isn't exactly peaceful or conducive to any semblance of relaxation. not that vincent is particularly relaxed even on the best of days, but he's.. trying to get to a point where his hand doesn't twitch so often toward his hip holster. at the moment, he's keyed up so tightly that he's faintly amazed that he's capable of holding this much of a conversation.
he hesitates, then extends his hand once more, indicating that the stranger should precede him. somewhat oddly--and maybe this is why he's bothered to address him in the first place--the young man reminds him just a little of cloud. he's not quite certain how or why, though, and truthfully, he doesn't intend to examine the thought any further. he didn't expect to miss any of his former companions--friends, he supposes--given how much time he spends alone, and given what he was in the middle of, but rather unexpectedly.. he does. just a bit. he certainly doesn't miss their noise and bustle, though, and he's not thrilled about the replacement noise and bustle of this place.
he's content with the silence as they walk, vincent putting a healthy distance between them (how is he ever going to manage the requirements this place demands of them..?), but given the many times he's been reminded of it, he knows that he can be "a spooky bastard" and discomforting at best. he sighs quietly after a moment, clawed prosthetic tapping absently at his outer thigh. ] .. You're new?
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he hesitates, then extends his hand once more, indicating that the stranger should precede him. somewhat oddly--and maybe this is why he's bothered to address him in the first place--the young man reminds him just a little of cloud. he's not quite certain how or why, though, and truthfully, he doesn't intend to examine the thought any further. he didn't expect to miss any of his former companions--friends, he supposes--given how much time he spends alone, and given what he was in the middle of, but rather unexpectedly.. he does. just a bit. he certainly doesn't miss their noise and bustle, though, and he's not thrilled about the replacement noise and bustle of this place.
he's content with the silence as they walk, vincent putting a healthy distance between them (how is he ever going to manage the requirements this place demands of them..?), but given the many times he's been reminded of it, he knows that he can be "a spooky bastard" and discomforting at best. he sighs quietly after a moment, clawed prosthetic tapping absently at his outer thigh. ] .. You're new?