[Vincent has plenty of practice ignoring what happens on the other side of his closed door. Though Roche continues to kick up a fuss with faux motorcycle noises and self-aggrandizing oratory, he shrugs it off it as if it were background noise, unbothered.
Crossing over to the couch, Vincent sinks into the cushion on the far side. Chaos pads over into his lap a few moments later, tail happily brushing against his chin. He nudges it away, automatically and as easily as any long-time cat owner.]
Say what?
[Cloud is free to make himself at home, to dig through Vincent’s appliances and belongings like they were his. He’s returned the favor in the other’s apartment more than once.]
no subject
Crossing over to the couch, Vincent sinks into the cushion on the far side. Chaos pads over into his lap a few moments later, tail happily brushing against his chin. He nudges it away, automatically and as easily as any long-time cat owner.]
Say what?
[Cloud is free to make himself at home, to dig through Vincent’s appliances and belongings like they were his. He’s returned the favor in the other’s apartment more than once.]