[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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If Squall thought Yuffie was annoying, she might very well shed one single, solitary tear, because she considered Squall to be up there on the scale of cool somewhere between the rather bad-ass guy who worked at the Tiki Room on Wednesdays with the magenta mullet and pierced nipples (she could totally see them through his shirt-that, or he was in a permanent state of insta-freezing) and that one chicken that had gotten its head chopped off but lived for like, a month after (Yuffie had read about it one time in her dentist’s office). Sadly enough, though, it did not appear to be mutual

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Squall stopped dead in his tracks as he watched this scene play out. He was instantly blessed with his infamous what have I gotten myself into look on his face, which actually looked pretty much how he always did. Slightly annoyed, with a mixture of tiny desperation to escape. More the latter, since Yuffie seemed more energetic then he had first perceived. He shouldn’t have assumed any less though.

(…She wanted me to eat that? So much for her boasting before.) He inwardly though, looking slightly surprised for a moment. He frowned, and agreed with her next statement. “I’d rather that, then anything else you can cook from the looks of it.” He said bluntly, giving a slight shrug.

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Yuffie's face fell for a brief moment before she curled up her nose, waving the pan rather threateningly at Squall. "You're lucky I even bothered cooking!" she said hotly before turning on her heel to return inside. Squall might take this chance to escape, but it seemed it only took a moment for Yuffie to discard of the pan (probably by throwing it on the floor, as the dull ‘thud’ attested) and she reemerged from her apartment, looking a tad sour. Nonetheless, she stomped over to Squall, eyes narrowed as she moved up to look at him skeptically.

“Well, fine, breakfast burrito,” she managed to squeeze out after a moment; her pride was the most obvious reason for her tone of voice, which was strained and obviously unhappy. “But don’t expect anything fancy, alright? Okay.” She scuffed her toe on the concrete, still frowning. “So we gonna go, Leon?”

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Squall wasn’t so bad with people that he didn’t notice her sudden frustration. He did notice, and was suddenly confused because had it really been such a big deal for her to make breakfast? In his mind, if someone was bad at cooking, eat out. Plus she had suggested it first. Leave it to Squall to not understand girly mood swings, as he suddenly assumed it was.

He rubbed his forehead for a second (A gesture he did often when trying to deal with something, or was confused.) and decided that he would let it go for later. He nodded in return and simply said, “You don‘t need to get me anything if you don‘t want to…” He was a simple guy to please, actually, when it came to these things.

Oddly enough, he found her calling him Leon more suiting. Only Sora managed to call him that all the time, and it had been so shotgun for him to ask Yuffie to call him that as an alternative. But when she said it as a normal name now, it was more comfortable for him. Welcome.

“Yeah, my car’s out front.” He replied, leading the way.

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“That suits you.” Squall replied, thinking it really did. Yuffie was quite the bubbly one and it suit her to do something that was so… well, in your face, about things. She had a way of being like that always, he suspected.

They turned a quick corner, getting closer to the down town core. He figured they’d catch something to eat on campus since it was easier to get to class from there.

“What made you want to take that class?” He asked as an afterthought. It couldn’t hurt to keep the topic off car names.

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The topic of car names lurked carefully in the back of her mind, but was, as predicted, shoved to the side as Yuffie struggled to remember exactly why she had chosen Conservation Biology, if there had some sort of epiphany while she was frolicking about that had made her decide that the planet was worth saving, and that nothing as precious as the place they lived on was worth destroying

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Her reply was certainly heartfelt which as usual, left Squall unable to reply with something that meaningful. He was silent for a moment, actually contemplating such ideas. The world being alive was a stretch from science. Life lived on a rock, and it was the rock that supplied that life. Right? Seeing it from her eyes was hard, but they were pretty much opposites anyway. …But a pulse, he could relate to that

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“The military? Whaaa-why would you join that?” Yuffie asked, wrinkling her nose a bit. “Unless your ‘rents were pushing you to do it, then I’m all for, you know, doing what you want and not being a loser like them. But if you’re not especially... interested, then gawd, why would you take it up? It sounds pretty empty to me

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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.

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“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.”

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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.”

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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.”