“Hm, I don’t know, but I am also not terribly sure it would matter.” He shook his head, his expression deadpan. ”I don’t suppose socializing would kill me, but there’s really only one way to find out. However, in my defense, my blog, my rules; I like my horror. Call it a… guilty pleasure.” He raised one dark brow slightly. ”That I would deign to change it for your comfort should be taken a little better than an excuse to attempt- and fail- at teasing me.” His lips quirked in a small smirk. ”At least the language on my blog would not blister the ears of the most hardened sailor.”
“Yer makin’ a valiant attempt’ve socializin’ right now, buddy, dun cha worry none.” He continued to give the gunner a bemused grin before turning back around to turn off his computer screen. He glanced back at him and quirked an eyebrow up before whirling around again and stood up. ”All m’ sayin’ is ya coulda given a lil warnin’ b’efore I had t’ look at all tha’ scary shit.”
He gave a snort and then barked out a laugh before patting the man’s shoulder. ”M’ as hard as a salior can get! If anyone has a problem with how I run m’ blog, they can suck it!
“Ya want some tea er somethin’?”
The man’s expression betrayed nothing, but within, he was actually rather amused with the pilot, as he always was. The crassness and crudity of the man could grate after a while, but in small doses it was actually quite enjoyable.
“Hm, a man as hard and tough as you shouldn’t be frightened of a few pictures. Not when you’ve seen the real monsters.” He deftly and lightly caught Cid’s wrist as the pilot patted his shoulder, and plucked the hand away, letting it go just as quickly. ”Although I must admit, I share your sentiments on how one should run their blog.”
He stepped back, allowing the other room to pass, and nodded slightly. ”I would very much like some tea, yes.”
“I ain’t scared’ve no pictures an’ I ain’t scared’ve no insides, but I ain’t gunna go outta m’ way t’ look at it. Tha’s all.” He lifted his eyes for a moment, doing his best not to roll his eyes before he headed past him. ”Calm down, Vince, I was just fuckin’ with ya. Go ahead and post yer creepy pictures.”
He moved towards the kitchen, filling up the kettle with water before he sat it on the stove to heat it up. He sat down and gave a loud yawn. ”So, wha’ brings ya out this way?”