"Hey, kid," Joe said when he spotted Yuffie, his guitar slung on his back and Ozzy at his heels, following him along happily. He'd left Dale behind at home and had decided to head to the stage or somewhere that he could get in a little practice. "What's up?"
Looking down at her, one of Joe's eyebrows arched curiously and he tried not to laugh. The corners of his mouth twitched faintly anyway, no matter how hard he tried. "Oh yeah?" he asked. "You been trying pretty hard? For a long time?"
"I asked around!" Yuffie said. "Well, okay, I just asked Lee, but I guess he has some kind of hang-up where you have to like each other in a certain way blah blah blah. I picked him 'cos he's a Good Guy, like with capital letters, but unfortunately--" and she heaved a great sigh, "--that also means he hears voices telling him only to use his powers, and apparently also genitalia, for good and I dunno, marriage or true love or some crap."
Banky wasn't the most damned social person ever. Half the time, when he'd gone out in the city it was because Holden had dragged his sorry ass out. The other half? Hooper had enticed him with free hooch.
Social or not, one thing Banky kind of dug on the island was taking walks. There was actually NATURE AND SHIT out there, fucking imagine that. At the present, he was strolling along on the beach. He'd passed a few people and hadn't said shit to them, but when he came upon a cute Asian-looking chick, Banky couldn't resist it.
"Damn, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?" he said by way of greeting.
Hm. Scruffy, foul language. She did miss that in a person, very much-- maybe he even liked tea-- but not so much for These Purposes.
"Well, I asked a friend of mine to help me get rid of this virgin thing and he wouldn't do it," said Yuffie, deciding that since she didn't really know Scruffy Swearer, she wouldn't name names.
"How noble," Banky said sagely, nodding his head. Somehow he managed not to snort; he got the feeling this one was a Naive Nancy or some shit.
Cocking his head to one side, he gave her a curious look. "This guy a good friend?" Either that, or he was a fucking faggot, refusing to bang this chick.
"Yeah," sighed Yuffie. "He is. He says that's why, too. Apparently you can't just up and go at it with someone you just like as a friend on his planet. Except I think he's from space."
Lee hadn't really been avoiding Yuffie exactly, but there was a bit of relief in the fact that he hadn't really seen her since she'd asked him in to sleep with her. It was just really damn awkward.
"Hey, Yuffie," Lee said, when he saw her on the beach, hands shoved into his pockets. He still liked her as a friend, after all.
And really, it could have gone worse for the greatest ninja in the land-- who happened to have a tendency for airsickness that sometimes turned into people-sickness. Sickness on people.
Maybe it was for the best he'd said no. She couldn't even imagine if all the rocking around had made her puke on him.
"How's it going?" He asked, eyebrows raised as he took in the look on her face. Just then, he realized that expecting awkward and actually having to talk through it were two different things.
"I haven't thought of anyone else to ask," said Yuffie, because she had decided, as he was talking to her, that dancing around the subject was lame and wussy and not for Great Ninjas. "But most people seem to think I shouldn't just go around... asking."
Veronica Mars may not have known Yuffie well, but fighting a villain with a crapload of tentacles qualified as a bonding experience in her book, so when she saw the girl out on the beach, she stopped.
"Hey," she said, sliding her hands into her pockets. "How goes it in Ninjaland?"
"Can't get laid," said Yuffie, with the casual concerned contemplation that the further keeping of her virginity required. At least, somewhere, somehow, her father was in a cold sweat. That was always worth it.
"I'm... not getting laid either," Veronica said, giving Yuffie a sideways look. "I hear the big parties are pretty good for that, but my last boyfriend was a total douchebag, so I think I'm good on the whole men thing for now."
"I mean, not even for the first time," said Yuffie. "Which is what I'm after." She blew her hair out of her eyes. "Okay, so who's the douchebag? I'll make sure I don't ask him."
Of course, try as she might, she couldn't predict who Veronica would say. "Oooh, is he part of a major island population? Douchebags don't count as a population."
Ophelia's moved passed her gloom and her destruction and now is looking for distractions, recreating new photos (not today, today her camera is at home), but she is living on the milder, brighter side of things. It's what happens after storms. Things are a mess, but they're certainly calm and pretty.
Thus she walks up to Yuffie, chewing on lollie and tilts her head. "What has happened?"
So Yuffie fell off her branch, because the last thing she needed was Ophelia who makes her feel funny in a way that could probably classified as not exactly just friends. Maybe she could ask Lee, the expert on when you're allowed to have sex.
EXCEPT THAT SHE WASN'T WANTING TO DO THAT WITH OPHELIA.
Ophelia nods, as she is an expert on a scant few things, but the frustrations of men just happens to be one of those.
"Aye, they are. I daresay that I am damned near done with them for certain." She frowns, shoving her sweet properly in her mouth so that she can offer a hand to help Yuffie up. "I mean again."
"Did you, um, did you have a lot of boyfriends or anything? At home?" Yuffie heard her voice go up a couple of octaves and tried not to let her ears go pink. "I'm just--"
She let out a theatrical sigh. "Lee wouldn't take my virginity. It's VERY TRYING."
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"...I can't seem to lose my virginity."
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Social or not, one thing Banky kind of dug on the island was taking walks. There was actually NATURE AND SHIT out there, fucking imagine that. At the present, he was strolling along on the beach. He'd passed a few people and hadn't said shit to them, but when he came upon a cute Asian-looking chick, Banky couldn't resist it.
"Damn, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?" he said by way of greeting.
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"Well, I asked a friend of mine to help me get rid of this virgin thing and he wouldn't do it," said Yuffie, deciding that since she didn't really know Scruffy Swearer, she wouldn't name names.
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Cocking his head to one side, he gave her a curious look. "This guy a good friend?" Either that, or he was a fucking faggot, refusing to bang this chick.
Hey, she was CUTE.
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She sat up.
"Things are different in space."
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"Hey, Yuffie," Lee said, when he saw her on the beach, hands shoved into his pockets. He still liked her as a friend, after all.
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And really, it could have gone worse for the greatest ninja in the land-- who happened to have a tendency for airsickness that sometimes turned into people-sickness. Sickness on people.
Maybe it was for the best he'd said no. She couldn't even imagine if all the rocking around had made her puke on him.
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"Hey," she said, sliding her hands into her pockets. "How goes it in Ninjaland?"
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"You?"
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Of course, try as she might, she couldn't predict who Veronica would say. "Oooh, is he part of a major island population? Douchebags don't count as a population."
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Thus she walks up to Yuffie, chewing on lollie and tilts her head. "What has happened?"
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EXCEPT THAT SHE WASN'T WANTING TO DO THAT WITH OPHELIA.
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"Men are... frustrating."
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"Aye, they are. I daresay that I am damned near done with them for certain." She frowns, shoving her sweet properly in her mouth so that she can offer a hand to help Yuffie up. "I mean again."
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She let out a theatrical sigh. "Lee wouldn't take my virginity. It's VERY TRYING."
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