Like hell you have. [ Cid's usually gravelly voice is nearly a growl now. He doesn't know how long it's been since he cared to fight Viktor on the subject — perhaps a passing remark on looking after himself here and there, but certainly nothing of substance.
He'd long since decided that it was up to Viktor what he wanted to do with himself, whether Cid liked it or not — but this was something else. This wasn't about anyone's choice. If only he could stall Viktor long enough to sort it out, to explain—
Cid stumbles back a few steps when Viktor shoves him, more surprised than anything. It's barely a blink before his gaze narrows and he's closing the distance between them again, clearly meaning to tackle Viktor to the floor. If this is the way it has to be, then so be it. One way or another, he'll get Viktor to listen to him. ]
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He'd long since decided that it was up to Viktor what he wanted to do with himself, whether Cid liked it or not — but this was something else. This wasn't about anyone's choice. If only he could stall Viktor long enough to sort it out, to explain—
Cid stumbles back a few steps when Viktor shoves him, more surprised than anything. It's barely a blink before his gaze narrows and he's closing the distance between them again, clearly meaning to tackle Viktor to the floor. If this is the way it has to be, then so be it. One way or another, he'll get Viktor to listen to him. ]