Night 48: F1-F10 Hallway
This was it. This was the night she'd been working toward since she'd learned what youkai were. This was... going to fail horribly because Sheena was so damn nervous. Or so she thought it would. Yes, she'd gone over everything a couple times, but she couldn't get past the part where the fact that Yukari was, well, Yukari. Such an unpredictable
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Pants, or shorts?
No, seriously, this was important. Her butt was way too cute to turn blue or fall off in the throes of hypothermia. The weather outside was dismal, absolutely miserable; it heralded the kind of cold, icktastic rain that you'd expect to fall around Midgar or Junon. Wutaian rain was (usually) humid and therefore really quite awesome (only, yeah, not really). Leviathan's tears, they called it. Yuffie'd never got around to deciding if that meant snow was supposed to be his dandruff.
Alright, back to business, Yuffie told herself. Funny as it'd be, she really couldn't go exploring in nothing but undies. … Well, actually, she was already wearing everything but the pants-slash-shorts. But still! Giving her head a quick toss to get the trails of her headband back over her shoulder, Yuffie closed her eyes and grabbed at random.
Pants it was, then.
Two seconds was all it took to get them in place, belt and all. Yuffie flashed a grin at nothing in particular, snatched her shuriken from where it leaned against the side of her wardrobe, and bounded out of the door.
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