Day 39: Sun Room

[thatdamnedninja.livejournal.com]

That really hadn't been the breakfast she'd been expecting, but Yuffie couldn't bring herself to complain. The kid made for good company, and was, if nothing else, pretty entertaining. She could've just done without the whole choking thing. That… That had been embarrassing. A bit. Okay, a lot. Yuffie was starting to get a feeling that this day was -- for once-- actually going to ping on her ‘interesting!’ meter.

Whether or not that was a good thing, she didn’t know.

By the time she’d reached the Sun Room's bulletin board, a kitten on her shoulder and a pen twirling between her fingers, Yuffie was starting to put her finger on why she had that weird, nagging feeling. Though on second thought, it was less like putting her finger on it and more like it had jumped up and punched her right in the nose; the feeling wasn’t just about waffles, magicians, or tricky candy thieves. Sagara hadn't answered her bulletin post; he hadn't answered any bulletin posts. She hadn't seen that stupid, spiky head of his all morning. It was like radio silence without a radio.

Agai-- No, Yuffie cut herself off sharply, frowning. She was just jumping to conclusions. It wouldn't be the first time, right? Right! And yet… instincts were instincts for a reason, and in a dump like this, who knew what could happen?

[for Okita?]

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[godforsaken]

Of all things to expect this certainly wasn't them. Most people would've asked for some kind of introduction about this place or something similar, so something so off-topic yet specific managed to throw him off guard. Sync didn't bother to hide the look of confusion on his face, wondering why exactly he was asking him of all people. Of course, this man had already made an unorthodox entrance, so maybe this wasn't exactly out of his league either.

Of course, as tempted as the God-General was to actually answer the question with a good amount of detail, he refrained. Instead Sync molded that smile back over his face, tilting his head somewhat in curiosity.

"Why would you want to know about something like that?"

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

"Tch. Have you been reading the bulletin board?" Blitzwing jerked his head in the aforementioned board's general direction. "There's this fool of a human who won't stop harassing my wingmate and I, making crude jokes, that kind of thing...At this point, all I care about it making her stop."

Even if that meant pressing random passerby for information. And it was random; he didn't know Sync from Primus, after all.