Night 46: F1-F10 Hallway
Dinner-cake included-sat untouched on the desk, surrounded by her growing collection of colorful origami animals and guarded by her notebook. Her three knives were lined up on the bed in order of size alongside her old outfit, with the wakizashi next to them; the Four Point was propped up carefully on the side of the bed.
Yuffie, hands on her hips, eyed the ensemble critically. It really was gonna be a shame to lose some of this kit, but it was going to a good cause. Her conscience would never allow her to leave her teammates unarmed when she had weapons to spare, no matter what her hoarding instincts had to say about it. She'd just have to suck it up and deal, and make sure they knew just how bad an idea it'd be to lose anything she gave them.
Especially the wakizashi.
She twirled on heel, paced the length of the room and back again in swift little waltz steps. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. Nervous? Her? The Great Ninja Yuffie? No! No way! It was just-the anticipation. Restless energy and restless thoughts. How, exactly, was she gonna deal with this? It was Aerith, back from the dead, and… and…. And that was good, totally awesome, but Yuffie couldn't banish the feeling of that up close and personal re-enactment she'd been forced to go through. Looking Cloud in the eye had been hard enough.
Yuffie, hands on her hips, eyed the ensemble critically. It really was gonna be a shame to lose some of this kit, but it was going to a good cause. Her conscience would never allow her to leave her teammates unarmed when she had weapons to spare, no matter what her hoarding instincts had to say about it. She'd just have to suck it up and deal, and make sure they knew just how bad an idea it'd be to lose anything she gave them.
Especially the wakizashi.
She twirled on heel, paced the length of the room and back again in swift little waltz steps. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. Nervous? Her? The Great Ninja Yuffie? No! No way! It was just-the anticipation. Restless energy and restless thoughts. How, exactly, was she gonna deal with this? It was Aerith, back from the dead, and… and…. And that was good, totally awesome, but Yuffie couldn't banish the feeling of that up close and personal re-enactment she'd been forced to go through. Looking Cloud in the eye had been hard enough.