[ Vincent watches through the crowd as a familiar man parts from the building and emerges into the early evening atmosphere. The air is cool, calm, and crisp. Although Vincent didn't have any concern over the particular respiration complications that came with smog, he preferred the cleaner air - as most would. Reeve politely excused himself for leaving Vincent to wait, but the red-clad-caped man didn't care. As each year passed he began to recognize the dissociation between himself and time.
Vincent offers Reeve a look over. He then nods. His lips, however, remain unmoved and his expression blank like a clean canvas waiting for inspiration. ]
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Date: 2020-05-18 08:46 am (UTC)Vincent offers Reeve a look over. He then nods. His lips, however, remain unmoved and his expression blank like a clean canvas waiting for inspiration. ]