Day 40: Sun Room [Fourth Shift]
Well, that was... special. No wonder he was losing respect for this place--the fearful Martin Landel was coming undone, most probably with boredom. So scary. Even Nursey seemed a little exasperated, though that most likely had more to do with X's constant insistence to stay in the Sun Room rather than go inside the Greenhouse
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Peeling herself away from the board, she shook her head. Pressed the heels of her palm into her eyes and scrubbed lethargically, then shook her head again. The sedatives sure were making it hard to feel properly victorious, but even that didn't quite keep the lazy, smug smile off of her face. For better or for worse, she'd gotten some recognition - as much as she could've hoped for. As cool as it would've been, she hadn't really expected to single-handedly spark a revolution right then and there. That hadn't been the point, anyway. She'd had a bit of fun. She'd done what she damn well wanted for once, instead of dancing along to the Institute's tune. By the time things had been drawing to a close, she'd been a little preoccupied… but before that, she hadn't missed some of ( ... )
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"You'd probably collapse if I s' much as poked you," she retorted, far less sharply than she'd intended, when a guy grumbled at her. "Let alone fall on you." Not that she'd do something dumb like that, anyway. Nope. Not her. She was way too cool, and now she had an appearance to uphold. Yuffie rubbed her eyes one more time, peering at the interloper from between her fingers. Crutches… Bulletin board… Wait a moment, why did that ring some bell in the back of her head? Had she seen him before, or…?
In a futile attempt to get the metaphorical cogs in her head turning, she dropped her hands and, quite unabashedly, began watching the guy and what he was doing. For a moment, she was kind of tempted to pretend to fall over -- on him -- because it really, really wouldn't be very ( ... )
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Quiet one, wasn't he. He seemed to be enjoying the scrutiny just about as much as she enjoyed Barret calling her a liar, except he seemed less incensed and more… vaguely, dismissively miffed. So, question was; what kind of 'miffed' did this class as? Yuffie was used to dealing with various types. Usually she was on top form and not sedated while she did so, but, y'know. Details.
Of course, all that meant that she didn't stop talking to him. She pushed away from the wall, carefully at first, then with confidence. Her gait was a little off, a tiny bit hesitant, nowhere near as thoroughly graceful and, okay, cockily self-assured as it usually was. Pulling up alongside the boy - he couldn't be any older than her - she glanced first at him, and then the bulletin board. She knew that she could place him. Knew it. Even with the fog in her head… "It doesn't," She squinted at the messages he'd posted. "Dependin' on your reasons for it ( ... )
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Too bad for the girly noodle that Yuffie was persistant, especially when she was honestly curious. Even if she was sedated. Which made it kind of difficult to do… much of anything, on hindsight, but she'd worked through worse before! The Noodle began to walk away, in a way that easily dinged at around nine-out-of-ten on the Cool Dismissal scale. Oh, wow, what an ice burn. Yuffie would've clutched her heart in pain, if only she hadn't been too busy studiously re-reading everything he'd posted.
… Ah.
Well.
That explained some things. Like why she'd had that inkling that she knew exactly who he was.
A grin spreading across her face, Yuffie followed him -- well, sedately. "Y'know, Lulu," she began, lightly. "It's really not cool to blow off the guys who wanna give you a hand." And if that didn't get his attention, she didn't know what would. Aside from lobbing every pen she had stuffed on her person directly at the back of his head. Which… was considerably tempting, now that she thought about it. ( ... )
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Ding dong, we have a winner.
As fun as it would've been to resort to Plan B, Yuffie wasn't quite in the mood to have another party with the nurse and her dastardly cohorts, and while she had a great amount of faith in her ability to aim at moving targets… Yeah, later. Maybe. When Noodle-Lulu-Lelouch paused and glanced at her, she managed to waggled her fingers at him in an imitation of a wave, and -- "Wait, what was that?" Only one of the most mangled mispronunciations of her name ever. Or, well it could be worse. Still, what he'd come out with had been pretty terrible; Yuffie wasn't sure whether to laugh at him or be insulted.
She settled for an unlady-like snort. "The hell. Is my name really that hard to pronounce?" By the time he started walking again, she'd already caught up. Sitting down did sound like a pretty awesome idea by this point… Her legs felt like soggy pasta, and every so often the world tilted on axis. Stupid drugs. "It's Yuffie. Yu. Fi ( ... )
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Slick, wasn't he? Yuffie stretched her arms over her head, tipping her head back against the couch. The position made it a little awkward to shrug, but somehow she still managed it. "Guess I can forgive ya for it, then," she said, around a yawn. She threaded her fingers together, relaxing her arms again. "Most people screw it up like that if they don't realize the name follows the Wutaian pronunciation system." And some still messed it up even then. It was annoying and one of her many pet-peeves, but a relatively minor one.
She felt sort of like a lazy cat. Like one of her own lazy cats. Her eyes were half-lidded and she was barely even shifting around after her stretch; as much as she wanted to tap her heels against the floor to the beat of some unheard song, she couldn't quite summon the will to do anything more than wriggle her toes a bit. "Nope!" She paused. "Well. Actually, since I ran ( ... )
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-- Oh.
Yuffie blinked several times, first at the journal she was holding, then at Lelouch. She'd completely forgotten about that. Completely. And she probably looked like a total idiot now, her surprise showing plainly and… crap, the journal was slipping! She grabbed at it, catching it lightning quick despite the lack of co-ordination in her fingers, and snapped it shut.
Why hadn't he just taken advantage of the opportunity? It's what she would've done. Yuffie glanced at the journal again, schooling her expression to be less dumbfounded and more… something. Something that wasn't the grudging pinpricks of respect that she could feel. His various messages on the bulletin had already influenced her opinion of him -- or else she never would have considered sharing anything, let alone something that he wanted -- but this wasn't something she'd been banking on. Or, hell, maybe this was a weird attempt to win her over ( ... )
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She had to admit, though; Lulu was fast becoming one of her favourite victims. Right next to Yukari. And the whole thing with the journal had scored him a few grudging points -- one or two. Maybe one and a half? Yeah, that sounded good. Propping her chin on her knee, Yuffie continued to smile that cat-in-the-cream smile. "So," she repeated. "You n' that guy you were with at lunch. You were being awfully friendly. Was that Suzie?"
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