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Reeve snorted at that, fully expecting that no one would have dared, and arched a brow as Vincent poured himself a shot, saluting his old partner while Reno snickered.

The problem with morning shift was, quite frankly, that it happened in the morning. And Veld was something of a morning person, but four am was just… not happening, not without a hefty mug of black coffee to get him through. Midgar was only marginally better than Junon, just as cold and dreary without being damp, and he slumped at his desk in hope of reviving some before he had to get up.

He barely noticed when Vincent came over, head down on the desk in mute protest to it all, grunting as his hair was ruffled.

“… this is battery acid.”

Veld tilted his head, peering up at him through his bangs and making an indignant sound to see his partner giving his mug a displeased look. “That’s mine.”

“I am very disappointed, you usually have better taste.” Vincent took another drink anyway.

“Well go get your own, mooch!” Veld sat up, grabbing at the mug and grumbling when Vincent shifted out of reach. “I need that.”

“I’ve been up for forty hours, Veld,” Vincent informed him dryly. “And I have to follow Gast around in three hours. I’ll pour you some more of this before I go but if I don’t get something in my system now we are going to have problems.”

There were a lot of problems that were conjured up with that. Given they’d be working together later, he decided to let it go.

When he tried it later, though, Veld beat him off with a stack of reports.