"I ship you with askchocobo." ( "Trolling Vincent is trolling Vincent." 8D )
“………”
Cerulean hues locked with the raven-haired ex-Turk’s vibrant crimson with an electric contempt for those words spoken. Teasing, surely, in only the ways Vincent would.
A huff of breath escaped his lips conveying his irritation as he twisted around on booted heel, back now to the towering crimson-clad man. Why afford such nonsense with a verbal response?














