cuz nothing ever lasts forever
Characters: Matt and Yuffie
Location: their apartment - Death City Heights, 8G
Rating: G, most likely
Time: Day 16, during the storm
Description: A little bit of partner bonding, and Yuffie being a brat.
At least he was used to being stuck indoors, if nothing else. Or rather, not stuck, but definitely used to staying in one room and occupying himself. The power flickering was a bit annoying, but it wasn't like he had any consoles yet to lose save data on, and his portable system worked with a battery.
Still, maybe it was the fact that he couldn't leave, even if he wanted to. And maybe it was the fact that he was running out of cigarettes in the pack he had. Either way, whatever the reason was, he felt a little bit antsy. He wasn't jumping at the crashes of thunder and lightning or anything, but the sound was a bit unnerving.
Pushing himself up off his bed from where he'd been lying on it face down, flopped over the edge and digging underneath it, trying to find the carton of cigs he was sure he had under there, he groaned to himself, pushing a hand back through his hair, and looked around.
"Yuffie!?" he called out, sliding off the bed and moving into the living area, peering around for her, "Yuffie? Where are you?"
Location: their apartment - Death City Heights, 8G
Rating: G, most likely
Time: Day 16, during the storm
Description: A little bit of partner bonding, and Yuffie being a brat.
At least he was used to being stuck indoors, if nothing else. Or rather, not stuck, but definitely used to staying in one room and occupying himself. The power flickering was a bit annoying, but it wasn't like he had any consoles yet to lose save data on, and his portable system worked with a battery.
Still, maybe it was the fact that he couldn't leave, even if he wanted to. And maybe it was the fact that he was running out of cigarettes in the pack he had. Either way, whatever the reason was, he felt a little bit antsy. He wasn't jumping at the crashes of thunder and lightning or anything, but the sound was a bit unnerving.
Pushing himself up off his bed from where he'd been lying on it face down, flopped over the edge and digging underneath it, trying to find the carton of cigs he was sure he had under there, he groaned to himself, pushing a hand back through his hair, and looked around.
"Yuffie!?" he called out, sliding off the bed and moving into the living area, peering around for her, "Yuffie? Where are you?"