“One more,” grunts Vincent, loading another coin into the claw machine. While the two of you had only been a couple for a few days now, part of him was still very determined to make you see the better sides of him. Considering you’d witnessed his inhumane side in Nibelheim, this was possibly his last chance before your impression of him was set in stone. If only he could win you a damn Moogle plushy.

Vincent clicks his tongue as the plushy makes it halfway to the chute before falling and landing in the pile, its plastic eyes mocking him. He’d lost count after his sixth failed attempt at the claw machine. Vincent presses his lips into a thin frown, glad you can’t see the withering expression behind his collar. This is ridiculous; there are a million things more pressing to handle at the Gold Saucer, and he’s worried about this. “…It shouldn’t be this difficult.”