Because it's the 14th where I'm sitting.
*Well if it isn't Vincent Valentine sitting up on that rooftop, keeping an eye on the goings of camp like the aloof lurker he is. How hard he is to approach up there, if only something could happen that would give you incentive to-*
SKGLURCH!
*-Well now! I do believe that was the sound of his heart tearing free from it's fleshy moorings and jumping out of his body! How peculiar! And to think, he's still just sitting there... ah, never mind, down he goes. Guess it took even him by surprise.
Now, not that most people can keep their cool in a situation like this, but if you do you will notice two things. One- that his heart has a neon-greenish tint and is glowing. Two- He's not dead yet. In fact, he's actually trying to get up for a walk. Goodness, how red his cheeks would be by now if he still had his blood-transporting organ available!*
((OOC: Somewhere on Wiki it said Saint Valentine, of the holiday, once cut out his own heart as a gift for the woman he loved. That's all the justification I need.))
SKGLURCH!
*-Well now! I do believe that was the sound of his heart tearing free from it's fleshy moorings and jumping out of his body! How peculiar! And to think, he's still just sitting there... ah, never mind, down he goes. Guess it took even him by surprise.
Now, not that most people can keep their cool in a situation like this, but if you do you will notice two things. One- that his heart has a neon-greenish tint and is glowing. Two- He's not dead yet. In fact, he's actually trying to get up for a walk. Goodness, how red his cheeks would be by now if he still had his blood-transporting organ available!*
((OOC: Somewhere on Wiki it said Saint Valentine, of the holiday, once cut out his own heart as a gift for the woman he loved. That's all the justification I need.))