“Tsk, here. Eat.” Vincent stares you down as he throws a plate a food in your direction. He’d just come back to the apartment after working at the bistro, to his surprise you hadn’t eaten a thing all day.

“I don’t know how you’d survive in the wild… You’ve no cooking skills whatsoever…” He crosses his arms. Though he acted annoyed, he did this because he cared. Behind his cold personality you knew him better than anybody.