Characters/Pairings: Vincent/Veld
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Compilation
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Veld dislikes Vincent's new look.
Notes: Well, it was October 13th when I wrote this. Even if it wasn't when I posted. For my favorite![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
novel_machinist, here's some boys being silly.
There were scissors on the table, looking like evidence from a murder scene. Clean. Sharp. Shiny like those fancy type that only people who cared about quality in all their possessions would buy. Probably would have a good weight, like a decent handgun.
Vincent had been out for the better part of a day, he knew that. It had taken several people to talk him into even going to see a doctor, let alone pump any drugs into him. He checked to see that what was left of him was still intact. Legs. Arm. Torso. Head.
...Wait.
He felt around his head some more and realize that something was distinctly missing. Vincent needed visual confirmation, and he was starting to get his bearings enough to realize that this was Veld's apartment. This meant that the only mirror would be in the bathroom.
Vincent stumbled in there, and got the visual confirmation that he needed. Most of his hair had been lopped off in a clean haircut that only one person he knew ever gave.
"I know you're somewhere in this apartment, you son of a bitch."
"Oh good, it is symmetrical. You wouldn't believe how hard that is to get right when someone is unconscious."
Pushing 60 and Veld still could appear out of nowhere quite silently. There used to be a few warnings and dirty jokes involving 'Veld is always watching' back in the day.
"That was MY hair."
"And it looked ridiculous, you resembled an emo muppet. Now you've got a clean bill of health and a clean haircut."
"You didn't do anything else while I was out, did you?"
"No. However, Yuffie and Tifa did get rid of your cape and brought you some more proper clothes befitting a man of your relative age."
Veld smirked the smirk of a man that could talk most people into his cause. It was both annoying and unfair. Of course, Vincent never did ask for favors.
"..."
Back in the day he would have already figured out a dozen ways to get back at Veld, in the most childish and public ways he could manage. Vincent was unfortunately much slower on the uptake with the shenanigans these days, and figured that a direct approach was necessary.
So he tackled him.
"Ow! EASY there."
"I hope you throw out a hip, old man."
Of course, any pretense of fighting tended to be over pretty quickly once tackling happened with them, and moved on to more productive ways of venting frustration.
---
"Valentine, what the hell did you do to my library?"
Vincent later figured out the best way to pay him back.
"I fixed it. Who needs alphabetization when you can do it by color?"
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Compilation
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Veld dislikes Vincent's new look.
Notes: Well, it was October 13th when I wrote this. Even if it wasn't when I posted. For my favorite
novel_machinist, here's some boys being silly.There were scissors on the table, looking like evidence from a murder scene. Clean. Sharp. Shiny like those fancy type that only people who cared about quality in all their possessions would buy. Probably would have a good weight, like a decent handgun.
Vincent had been out for the better part of a day, he knew that. It had taken several people to talk him into even going to see a doctor, let alone pump any drugs into him. He checked to see that what was left of him was still intact. Legs. Arm. Torso. Head.
...Wait.
He felt around his head some more and realize that something was distinctly missing. Vincent needed visual confirmation, and he was starting to get his bearings enough to realize that this was Veld's apartment. This meant that the only mirror would be in the bathroom.
Vincent stumbled in there, and got the visual confirmation that he needed. Most of his hair had been lopped off in a clean haircut that only one person he knew ever gave.
"I know you're somewhere in this apartment, you son of a bitch."
"Oh good, it is symmetrical. You wouldn't believe how hard that is to get right when someone is unconscious."
Pushing 60 and Veld still could appear out of nowhere quite silently. There used to be a few warnings and dirty jokes involving 'Veld is always watching' back in the day.
"That was MY hair."
"And it looked ridiculous, you resembled an emo muppet. Now you've got a clean bill of health and a clean haircut."
"You didn't do anything else while I was out, did you?"
"No. However, Yuffie and Tifa did get rid of your cape and brought you some more proper clothes befitting a man of your relative age."
Veld smirked the smirk of a man that could talk most people into his cause. It was both annoying and unfair. Of course, Vincent never did ask for favors.
"..."
Back in the day he would have already figured out a dozen ways to get back at Veld, in the most childish and public ways he could manage. Vincent was unfortunately much slower on the uptake with the shenanigans these days, and figured that a direct approach was necessary.
So he tackled him.
"Ow! EASY there."
"I hope you throw out a hip, old man."
Of course, any pretense of fighting tended to be over pretty quickly once tackling happened with them, and moved on to more productive ways of venting frustration.
---
"Valentine, what the hell did you do to my library?"
Vincent later figured out the best way to pay him back.
"I fixed it. Who needs alphabetization when you can do it by color?"
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