[Vincent gives Cloud a slow-eyed blink, as though he were a cat himself, but the sound of a voice resounding through the apartment floor demands his attention. He glances at his door — closed, locked — and wonders at who could be making this kind of ruckus, looking for Cloud.

Who even talks like that?]

The eternal flame you lit within. A lover scorned?

[Cloud didn’t seem the type — that’s surprising to him. But this man sounds stubborn and self-important, and most egregiously... loud. His brow knits at the sound of him stomping about outside.]

You can stay in here until he goes away. He has no reason to think you’re hiding with me, so you can unglue yourself from my books.