Now, today, tomorrow and always. My only weakness is a listed crime
Who: Matt loadsavedgame, and Yuffie Kisaragi wutaisrosegirl
When: Evening, the 11th.
Where: Yuffie's apartment.
Summary: Ninja's dead tired and she's got that anti-social gamer kid crashing on her couch a lot. Basically? It's ninja and goggle head talking.
Warnings: .....I think we're totally in the clear? Nothing? Fluff? Is that a warning? Possible swearing?
So the past few days had really really sucked.
On a scale of one to the Jenova wars, she was about as tired as she'd ever been. It wasn't the horrifying bone deep tired of Edelweiss, but closer to the weird jittery sense of half asleep that had been the Deepground conflict.
Jeeze, what was her life that she was measuring it in levels of world ending suck? Either way, Yuffie was dead tired and asleep on her feet. Between the various volunteer jobs she'd signed up for over the course of everything that was happening, she'd just about run herself into crashing on some bench in a safe house or trying to curl up at the apartments in an empty one. But autopilot was a useful thing, and she was home quick enough to not have her brain totally melted.
The one difference from usual was that she actually used the front door and the stairs. Imagine that? It was less trying than crawling up the side of the building.
Now, if she could remember that for future reference, maybe she'd use it sometime?…Nah. More fun to climb. Heck, she would have now if she wasn't sure she was the level of tired to have issues remembering which language she was speaking, let alone not fall off the fire escape.
She trudged into the building and up the stairs, yawning as she finally opened the door and entered the apartment. Wherever he was in the apartment, the sound of the door apparently sent Cait skittering and he disappeared into her room. Probably to hide under her bed. Yuffie rolled her eyes at the cat and with little ceremony, dropped over the back of the couch onto the unoccupied side, head off the end of the cushion and legs bent over the back at the knees. Being upside down was surprisingly comfortable...and, also, she was just feeling a little too tired to move now that she was actually off her feet.
"Hiy-" Yuffie accidentally cut herself off with a yawn and frowned before trying again. "Hiya, Matt."
When: Evening, the 11th.
Where: Yuffie's apartment.
Summary: Ninja's dead tired and she's got that anti-social gamer kid crashing on her couch a lot. Basically? It's ninja and goggle head talking.
Warnings: .....I think we're totally in the clear? Nothing? Fluff? Is that a warning? Possible swearing?
So the past few days had really really sucked.
On a scale of one to the Jenova wars, she was about as tired as she'd ever been. It wasn't the horrifying bone deep tired of Edelweiss, but closer to the weird jittery sense of half asleep that had been the Deepground conflict.
Jeeze, what was her life that she was measuring it in levels of world ending suck? Either way, Yuffie was dead tired and asleep on her feet. Between the various volunteer jobs she'd signed up for over the course of everything that was happening, she'd just about run herself into crashing on some bench in a safe house or trying to curl up at the apartments in an empty one. But autopilot was a useful thing, and she was home quick enough to not have her brain totally melted.
The one difference from usual was that she actually used the front door and the stairs. Imagine that? It was less trying than crawling up the side of the building.
Now, if she could remember that for future reference, maybe she'd use it sometime?…Nah. More fun to climb. Heck, she would have now if she wasn't sure she was the level of tired to have issues remembering which language she was speaking, let alone not fall off the fire escape.
She trudged into the building and up the stairs, yawning as she finally opened the door and entered the apartment. Wherever he was in the apartment, the sound of the door apparently sent Cait skittering and he disappeared into her room. Probably to hide under her bed. Yuffie rolled her eyes at the cat and with little ceremony, dropped over the back of the couch onto the unoccupied side, head off the end of the cushion and legs bent over the back at the knees. Being upside down was surprisingly comfortable...and, also, she was just feeling a little too tired to move now that she was actually off her feet.
"Hiy-" Yuffie accidentally cut herself off with a yawn and frowned before trying again. "Hiya, Matt."