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Tumblr ship & a kiss : Hojo/Vincent in the worst way possible.
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For any lab assistants within SHINRA’s basement, the presence of a raven haired Turks with ruby red eyes is never something out of ordinary, so has his occasional arguments with a certain professor whose shadow haunted its confine. And were one is to ask them of their opinions on the settings, the most established account— of course, after a careful observation that either of the parties in question isn’t around— would have been this: they are looking forward to it.

For any lab assistants within SHINRA’s basement, entertainment are rare. Vincent Valentine’s calm observation and Simon Hojo’s spiteful response is an entertainment in its own glory.

Thus, it is nothing out of ordinary when Vincent Valentine’s form visited the lab in its cat-liked grace again, nor has it been anything out of ordinary with the look of pure disdain on the professor face. The older man’s mouth is already half-opened, and those brows are furrows as the mind behind it all is processing the worse venom possible to keep the ‘boy’ at bay. All were holding their breath in anticipation.

What they haven’t expected, however, is when Vincent Valentine’s hand strikes upon the professor’s tie with the swiftness of a viper to rein him in. What they haven’t expected, is the sound escaped from the older man’s lips when it is sealed upon by the Turks. Some of the women were fanning themselves, while some of the guys were fighting against any emotions threaten to escape, or was it laughter? Vincent Valentine is known to be great kisser, and what is currently drown out the professor’s can only be summed up in one word.

Passion.

Intense . fucking . heated . passion.

Teeth. Tongue. You name it. Some of the assistants have forgotten the test tube in their hands. Were the place to explode in any minutes, one couldn’t care less. For the professor, he’s lost his breath when the Turk’s finally let go.

Licking my lips, an insufferable smirk curved upon this bruised dusk. The look of pure bedazzlement I recognize would swiftly turned into hatred is met with a challenge in this crimson gaze as I let go of his tie, a pat on his chest to see it back into its proper order.

“Dragoon said ‘Hi’, professor.”

Description
Tumblr ship & a kiss : Hojo/Vincent in the worst way possible.
See [ crimson--chaos.tumblr.com/post… ]

For any lab assistants within SHINRA’s basement, the presence of a raven haired Turks with ruby red eyes is never something out of ordinary, so has his occasional arguments with a certain professor whose shadow haunted its confine. And were one is to ask them of their opinions on the settings, the most established account— of course, after a careful observation that either of the parties in question isn’t around— would have been this: they are looking forward to it.

For any lab assistants within SHINRA’s basement, entertainment are rare. Vincent Valentine’s calm observation and Simon Hojo’s spiteful response is an entertainment in its own glory.

Thus, it is nothing out of ordinary when Vincent Valentine’s form visited the lab in its cat-liked grace again, nor has it been anything out of ordinary with the look of pure disdain on the professor face. The older man’s mouth is already half-opened, and those brows are furrows as the mind behind it all is processing the worse venom possible to keep the ‘boy’ at bay. All were holding their breath in anticipation.

What they haven’t expected, however, is when Vincent Valentine’s hand strikes upon the professor’s tie with the swiftness of a viper to rein him in. What they haven’t expected, is the sound escaped from the older man’s lips when it is sealed upon by the Turks. Some of the women were fanning themselves, while some of the guys were fighting against any emotions threaten to escape, or was it laughter? Vincent Valentine is known to be great kisser, and what is currently drown out the professor’s can only be summed up in one word.

Passion.

Intense . fucking . heated . passion.

Teeth. Tongue. You name it. Some of the assistants have forgotten the test tube in their hands. Were the place to explode in any minutes, one couldn’t care less. For the professor, he’s lost his breath when the Turk’s finally let go.

Licking my lips, an insufferable smirk curved upon this bruised dusk. The look of pure bedazzlement I recognize would swiftly turned into hatred is met with a challenge in this crimson gaze as I let go of his tie, a pat on his chest to see it back into its proper order.

“Dragoon said ‘Hi’, professor.”