Learning long ago that Vincent was one of those type of people that someone shouldn’t rush. Then again after all of their travels Cid had gotten use to the odd man’s appearance. It was hard to believe Vincent was found in a coffin, but then again the rest of the numbskulls were just as weird in their own way.
"I was jus’ makin’ sure yew were alright!" He snapped, but not in a yell. "Someone’s gotta. Ya come ‘round like a damn stray cat."
"A... Stray cat?"
He stared for a moment and breathed, trying to huff with amusement, but he had to cough into his hand instead because he couldn't quite recall the last time he'd sucked in a breath. Vincent sneezed, dust billowing from his nose and mouth and with mild surprise he looked on to see what Cid's reaction would be.
