Spending all of brunch talking to a "Vulcan" and pretending he was just as much of a hardcore fanboy as Spock was one way to start a day
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It was just one of those days, Yuffie supposed. One of those days where she had a disc in hand and the wind in her hair. Back home, this'd be her cue to start training 'til she dropped; run, jump, practice flips and throws, ducks and rolls. Over grass, hill, bridge, river, and weather-beaten rooftop.
Except she wasn't home.
As much as she'd have loved to take somebody's--something's--head off, that wasn't an option until after nightfall. A bit of stress relief, that's what she needed! An outlet, something physical, tangible. Something that she could feel; something that she'd be able to hold onto for more than just a few minutes. Even if that thing had to be exhaustion… Well, she'd take whatever she could get her greedy little hands on
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Okay, so he was a bit slow on the uptake and a bit of a dick, but maybe not completely hopeless. Not everybody had that quick a recovery time. "Thought so," said Yuffie, smug. Until he popped out with that. Frisbee Chick? Seriously? "That," she said, bluntly, "has to be the lamest nickname I've ever been graced with. I'm almost embarrassed for you."
She brought the disc back around in front of her, tapping it against her leg. "I know what it's like, though. Happened to me, too -- the other thing, not the gross lack of creativity when it comes to nicknaming habits. Speaking of," her grin, which had faded, slid easily back into place. "The name's Yu--"
-- Epic bad timing on the Institute's part. The shift came to an end, and Plucky the nurse was fast approaching. "Yuffie," she finished, with a longsuffering grimace. Great, it was time for 'visitors' again. For a moment she was tempted to cut her losses and run, or maybe to just throw caution to the wind and make proper use of her Frisbee
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It was just one of those days, Yuffie supposed. One of those days where she had a disc in hand and the wind in her hair. Back home, this'd be her cue to start training 'til she dropped; run, jump, practice flips and throws, ducks and rolls. Over grass, hill, bridge, river, and weather-beaten rooftop.
Except she wasn't home.
As much as she'd have loved to take somebody's--something's--head off, that wasn't an option until after nightfall. A bit of stress relief, that's what she needed! An outlet, something physical, tangible. Something that she could feel; something that she'd be able to hold onto for more than just a few minutes. Even if that thing had to be exhaustion… Well, she'd take whatever she could get her greedy little hands on ( ... )
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She brought the disc back around in front of her, tapping it against her leg. "I know what it's like, though. Happened to me, too -- the other thing, not the gross lack of creativity when it comes to nicknaming habits. Speaking of," her grin, which had faded, slid easily back into place. "The name's Yu--"
-- Epic bad timing on the Institute's part. The shift came to an end, and Plucky the nurse was fast approaching. "Yuffie," she finished, with a longsuffering grimace. Great, it was time for 'visitors' again. For a moment she was tempted to cut her losses and run, or maybe to just throw caution to the wind and make proper use of her Frisbee ( ... )
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