"I'm going to turn myself into a radish," Yuffie told her nurse.
"With the water, dear?"
"No, with the gum in your pocket."
"Hanna, I don't have any gum in my pocket."
"You totally do."
And so the conversation went on. Really, it was the way it had to be; if Plucky suspected that something was wrong, she'd get edgy. An edgy Plucky meant an extra vigilant Plucky, and that meant even tighter surveillance than normal. Stupid closed environment making it impossible to do anything… It made Yuffie itch to act out, when all she really wanted for once was a bit of peace.
Once she'd shucked her clothes and collected her wash towel, she found herself a good looking nozzle and turned the water as high as she dared. Stepping into it with a soft hiss between her teeth, the little ninja tipped her head back under the spray. Biting her tongue, she ran light, calloused fingers across her skin; her abdomen was smooth, without a trace of… last night… to mar it. No doubt her back was the same way.
Good. Yuffie was a fighter and a daredevil, but disfigurement, permanent or otherwise, just wasn't her thing. It was a matter of principle; you let your enemy close enough to mark you, and then what? She shook her head, moving her hands up to her shoulders to rub at them. The water was almost hot enough to hurt, but it was doing wonders to sooth the screaming tension in her muscles and sear away strange thoughts.
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"With the water, dear?"
"No, with the gum in your pocket."
"Hanna, I don't have any gum in my pocket."
"You totally do."
And so the conversation went on. Really, it was the way it had to be; if Plucky suspected that something was wrong, she'd get edgy. An edgy Plucky meant an extra vigilant Plucky, and that meant even tighter surveillance than normal. Stupid closed environment making it impossible to do anything… It made Yuffie itch to act out, when all she really wanted for once was a bit of peace.
Once she'd shucked her clothes and collected her wash towel, she found herself a good looking nozzle and turned the water as high as she dared. Stepping into it with a soft hiss between her teeth, the little ninja tipped her head back under the spray. Biting her tongue, she ran light, calloused fingers across her skin; her abdomen was smooth, without a trace of… last night… to mar it. No doubt her back was the same way.
Good. Yuffie was a fighter and a daredevil, but disfigurement, permanent or otherwise, just wasn't her thing. It was a matter of principle; you let your enemy close enough to mark you, and then what? She shook her head, moving her hands up to her shoulders to rub at them. The water was almost hot enough to hurt, but it was doing wonders to sooth the screaming tension in her muscles and sear away strange thoughts.
[For Cissnei]