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chaos_vincent (chaos_vincent) wrote in mirage_rpg,

VVincent hadn't paid close attention to what Katara had been wearing, for in all honesty he thought that Katara was beautiful regardless of what she wore. But this particular outfit she was wearing gave him a special start, for as his hands rose to rest at her sides he would feel nothing but the warmth of her skin beneath his palms. Which in a way made him sad that he was wearing gloves at all, and in an entirely different way was alluring in a fashion that Vincent couldn't quite describe. A light blush rose to his cheeks in the kiss, but he didn't break to check out what she was wearing, instead let himself fall deeper into the softness of Katara's mouth against his own.

As she broken from it though he paused, and looked at her, following her gaze to the room next door. That was strange, why had she glanced over to the other door like that. Was she afraid of something? Vincent glanced at it for a moment and then back at Katara. She was smiling brightly at him now... maybe... maybe he was just being silly. He'd pulled a gun on Kadaj the other day, for no other reason. And Katara wouldn't do that to him, her pulling away was just... well, maybe she was really impatient to find out what a gun was. That was probably it, he reasoned, there was no logical reason to think that Katara might be afraid of something behind that door.

Slowly Vincent took a step back and drank in the sight of her in her outfit. As he'd felt before her midriff was bare, and Vincent blushed slightly at the sight of it. He wasn't used to people dressing like that where he'd come from, and for some reason the image of her slightly exposed like that reminded him of his dream where she was curled up in the furs beside him, wearing a wedding ring. Was that a vision of the future, or simply the wishful thinking of a gunman who'd been alone for way too long. Vincent didn't have the slightest clue, he reflected honestly to himself. What he did know was, as he'd assumed, Katara looked...

"You look beautiful." he said softly, not content to leave such a thought in his mind.

His gaze followed hers down to the bag, when she asked what was in it. "Guns." he said simply, and there was almost a cheerful tone to his voice. Unlike most things in life, guns were something that Vincent Valentine was actually well acquainted with. Not that he was all trigger happy, but he'd learned that keeping a gun handy could get you out of most situations in life, as long as you were careful to only draw it when it was absolutely necessary. Plenty of newer Turk recruits had met their ends by trying to be overly tough once they had their first assignment where they could draw a gun. Sometimes you waved it in the face of the wrong local, and got a shotgun shell through your head to show for it.

"You ready?" he asked, and waited for her to get ready to come with him before he slung the bag over one shoulder and lead her out of the living areas. As they got outside his gloved right hand lightly touched the side of her bare hip, and then slid down to find her hand, taking it with an almost relaxed grip this time, as if he was no longer nervous about touching her. Why would he be nervous, after all, she'd kissed him last night, and in Vincent's mind, that'd been an indication that she really wanted things to succeed between the two of them. Too bad things weren't always that cut and dry.

Once they'd gotten far enough away from places where people might be, Vincent stopped, and lightly lowered the bag to the ground, opening it up as he began to fish guns out of it. Katara would see the long sleek barrel of a large high powered rifle, as well as a machine gun that looked akin to Earth's Tommy guns, though Katara herself wouldn't be able to make the connection. There were also several boxes of shiny things that she would later learn were bullets.