[Private Thread] Breakfast and a Ride

[lamenting_lion]

Who: Squall Leonhart and Yuffie Kisaragi
What: Breakfast and a ride to school one Monday morning.
When: Monday, around ten.
Where: China town; Yuffie’s place.
Warnings: None, yet. Otherwise, Squall just being pessimistic so far!

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[lamenting_lion]

Yes, she just kept going. Although some of the conversation had been alright, there was only so much chatter that Squall could take in a day. His palm automatically rubbed his forehead in the same fashion he did every time he was getting irritable. “I don’t usually do this for people, Yuffie. This is the last one, okay?”

Being so self reliant probably made Squall a bit uptight, but it also made him dislike really going out of his way for anyone and vice versa. Thus why he was asking for a simple coffee and hadn’t wanted her to go through the trouble of making food.

[stealsaway]

“Fine.”

Yuffie would have protested, but she wasn’t stupid enough to push the issue just then. She clamped her mouth shut, lips set thinly, and walked beside Squall with the stiff gait of a tin man, knees locked and inclining her head downward. It resembled-it was-a pout, and she deliberately avoided looking at him. It was almost as if she believed her childish behavior was really punishing him.

If he thought that this little ride would rid him of her existence, he was sorely mistaken. Yuffie had every intention of bugging him every chance she got, on the network and in person.

Besides, he needed to loosen up-and what better person to help than Yuffie, who was loosy-goosy and silly and suddenly grabbing the crook of his elbow to drag him along with her.

“You walk like an old man. Come on, let’s use those youthful muscles. HURRY UP.”

[lamenting_lion]

He did glance at her when she gave that quick reply, finding it suddenly suspicious. The way she was walking and pouting only made him sigh out loud. It was her tugging that made him furrow his eyebrows. Squall didn’t think he walked like an old man.

Following though, agreeing that they should speed this up (Class soon, plus Squall needed some silence after all this, honestly.) and when they entered the coffee house he stepped in line without another word.

He liked coffee a lot. Helped when he was working late or needed to make his school work as perfect as he could make it. When they reached the counter he automatically asked, “Large coffee, black.”

[stealsaway]

Yuffie pulled out that trusty wallet again (actually a piece of cardboard covered continually in duct tape that she had folded and made pockets and yeah, Yuffie was an ace procrastinator), pulling out money for Squall’s large, boring black coffee and the mocha thing she had ordered herself because the picture next to the cash register looked tantalizing. Also, quite surreptitiously, she stole two dollars from the tip jar, quick as a flash.

Walking over to where the drinks were served, Yuffie began to speak aloud again. “I bet coffee tell a lot about your personality.” She paused to lean on the counter, turning to face Squall. “For example, people who order large black coffees also drink V8 and feel sophisticated. A modest lifestyle. El Spartan, and all that.” She waved a pretty little hand at him, moving to accept her mocha as it was slid across the counter.

“Me,” she continued, sipping her drink, “I am just a barrel of awesome, sexy, cute, amazing fun.”

[lamenting_lion]

“…It’s just coffee.” Squall replied, giving her a bland look. He didn’t even like V8 juice that much or-- …no he was just going to stop looking into the things she said anymore, it made his head hurt.

When he received his coffee, he opened it and took a slow sip as well, tasting the bitterness of it carefully. If it was one taste he enjoyed it was that hot bite of bitterness in black coffee. Woke him up.

Now that the entire exchange seemed nearly finished, Squall glanced at the school through the glass windows. “I should head to class then. Thanks for the coffee, Yuffie.”

It was his informal way of saying, there, I said what I said I would do, so bye.

[stealsaway]

In way, Yuffie almost wished class wasn’t coming so she could make fantabulously awkward conversation with Squall all day. It wasn’t because she was lonely or anything like that; most definitely not.

... Okay, she was a little lonely.

Yuffie didn’t do much to her drink rather than just hold it, and then she began to directly speak to it-something was telling her she had to go, whether it was Squall’s subconscious want or something more internal inside Yuffie herself. She felt bugs crawling under her skin; uneasy, almost, caught off-guard.

“Well,” she said with the grandness of old men speaking of bygone wars with comrades, “it’s been real nice and dandy talkin’ to you and thanks for the ride, you studmuffin, but I have to go off and save the world’s environment. In fact, I should have left earlier, and now I’ll have to go back in time. Absolutely no thanks to you, Leon, but I gotta go so

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[lamenting_lion]

Her quick leave was just as energetic as her welcome, but even so Squall could tell he had done something out of place again, even if he wasn’t sure what. Slightly confused, but honestly a little relieved to be alone again, he left at his own pace.

Yuffie wasn’t all that bad, he supposed. Her personality was a little overbearing for someone like him, who was always so used to and preferred to be alone. She was opposite which probably made things so much more difficult. In the long run he was actually hoping she wouldn’t try to twiddle her way under his skin again, because Squall wasn’t very good at handling it and she did it so easily.

Maybe he was thinking too hard about it.