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Aug 11, 2010 20:58

Characters: Yuffie & Cloud
Location: Casualty Communal on the seventh floor, outside Cloud's room.
Rating: G
Time: August 30th, late afternoon.
Description: Cloud's in trouble and a certain not-so-itty-bitty-anymore-ninja is going to scold him.

( Oooh, you're in trouble now! )

cloud strife, yuffie kisaragi

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de_faulty_hero August 12 2010, 05:14:41 UTC

It had been a long while since he had experienced someone pounding on his door with the intention of forcing him out. It was generally because of the company that he kept, and clearly, Yuffie had figured out where he lived if the repeated banging on the door was any indication. He figured that she would have been here sooner, but perhaps he had soothed her temper by occasionally speaking to her over the network ( ... )

wutaisrose August 12 2010, 06:07:01 UTC

It seemed her Cloud-call worked, and Yuffie leaned back to ready a glare for the man. "Took you long enou-!!" Blink one was quickly followed by blink two and three, all of which ended in a speechless ninja with her mouth hanging open. Well, this was a Cloud she had never seen. She was sure Tifa had seen this Cloud, but not Yuffie. Ever. And so it was understandable when her face turned a hot shade of red and the girl uncomfortably looked away ( ... )

de_faulty_hero August 12 2010, 13:57:46 UTC

Coming out in only a towel worked as he thought it would, and he had to smirk when Yuffie's jaw hung slack before her face turned bright red. Ah, it was good to have her back just so that he could get the upper hand on her again, though he apparently had done something urgently wrong. At least she would learn about pounding long periods of time on his door ( ... )

wutaisrose August 12 2010, 21:32:45 UTC

"A very important one," she responded without missing a beat, arms crossing over her chest once he disappeared into the bathroom. She breathed a sigh of relief, eyes closing for a moment as she shook her head. He was either so very dense or incredibly devious, but she hadn't figured which one yet. Taking these few seconds of privacy to snoop Yuffie moved toward the bed, sitting on the edge as she began to sift through the nightstand.

She didn't bother checking over her shoulder to see if he was looking when he spoke to her again. "I'm not talking about that," she refused to say anything about his lack of clothing aloud. Couldn't the guy have decency? This was something they would be yelling at her about, right? Not to mention the awkward blush that just wouldn't go away until he did ( ... )

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