Day 36: Waiting Room/Lobby 1

[forgot_my_life]

Oh yeah. This was bad. Grabbing a chair and ignoring the woman who had brought him in, Takaya crossed his arms and glared at the wall. He wasn't going to participate in this bullshit. Being told he had 'company' and that he should he happy about it had ruined what was otherwise an okay day

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[thatdamnedninja]

Yuffie had been too busy nonchalantly playing at being nonchalant to really pay attention to the footsteps. She recognized that they were there, of course, somewhere in the back of her mind- oh look! The sound of footsteps! Wow, they're heavy; maybe it's some burly orderly or a really fat nurse. That the footsteps might be heading for her... well, she'd jump that hurdle when it came.

As it was, the only jumping she ended up doing was off the chair, leaving it to rock precariously. After a second it crashed safely back onto all four feet, but Yuffie was no longer paying any attention to it.

Godo was standing in front of her. Godo. And he was using that lame fake name that the Institute had given her. Yuffie straightened, staring at him silently for just a moment... Before she laughed. "Geez, pops!" She said, setting one hand casually on her hip. "You're more senile than I thought- hey, is that more grey hair I see? It is, isn't it?" She shook the hair out of her eyes and met Godo's gaze squarely, not intimidated in the slightest. "Forgetting your own daughter's name... That's all new levels of lame, y'know."

Beneath the attitude, some part of her that she loved to deny existed was almost... relieved. Dad was alive. He was fine. She could deal with this, easy-peasy.

[damned_visitors]

He was trying to control his eyebrow, make it stop twitching, but, hell. She pushed his buttons in the worst ways. He wasn't getting old, or fat, or lazy, or senile, or any of those careless, totally untrue adjectives she liked to throw at him.

"I'm not the one who did the forgetting," he argued, his voice booming louder than he really wanted it to as he stared down at her. "That's your name, a family name, and you're not coming back home until you remember, do you hear me?"

Until then, he'd just pretend to everyone else that his daughter didn't exist, like he loved to do.

[thatdamnedninja]

There were so many adjectives that she liked to throw at him; she had a whole dictionary. Only not, because that would just be sad. Yuffie leaned a little closer, bent at the knees and peered up at him. "Hey, hey, careful! Your eyebrow'll fly right off if ya keep bouncing it like that!" She warned, a grin quirking her lips.

"you're the one with the problems" She leaned back again, with a quick, nonchalant wave of her unoccupied hand. "You're the one who likes to pretend I don't exist. What's that say about you, old man?" Her grin didn't waver, but there was an edge in it now. "Embarrassed 'cause I can call you on all your faults, huh?"

[damned_visitors]

He could feel that edge in her voice, the words starting to take on a cutting tone, but there was no way he was going to back down against her. Not when fightin' words were on the line. "And why do you think I try to cover you up?" He was pointing at her now, eyebrows thick and low (and twitching still) over his glare. "It's because you're a little brat, you know that? No respect for your elders or your hometown! And who would boast about having a disrespectful runaway for a daughter, anyway?"

Yeah, she could call him out on his faults, but there was no rule saying he couldn't call her on her own. Of course, there were certain things about the two of them that others might consider faults, but those were auxiliary and didn't need to be mentioned.

[thatdamnedninja]

"Respect?" Yuffie barked back, batting his pointing finger away. "I'll respect my elders when they deserve it, and there ain't no-one who loves our hometown more than me!"

It was like she was sixteen all over again, before she and her father had fought out their differences. He always did manage to bring out the worst in her, didn't he? "You call me a brat, but all you are is a no good coward and a pompous wind-bag; you're all talk and no action! It makes me sick."

So much for child's play. So much for easy-peasy. Today had been a bad day; it had been a bad day since last night, and it was starting to get worse by the second. Cloud was gone but Dad was here, and she wanted nothing more than to be back home. A good (physical) fight always had been one of her favourite ways to work off frustration.

Especially when she won. Which she would.