The soap really was pretty terrible, but it beat bathing in a rain barrel. Cold streams, too. Those sucked! Yuffie could whine and complain with the best of them, especially to keep up appearances, but beneath all that there was a tacit appreciation for basic pleasures. Now, hot springs, on the other hand…
Giving herself a little shake, the girl dropped her hands and flexed her fingers. Her racing thoughts had eased, bordering on coherent and three shades away from hysteria rather than hairsbreadth. Still couldn't… didn't want… Gawd, this was hopeless. She was horribly, cruelly good at getting over things, but last night was winding around her heart again and again.
Maybe that was why it took her a moment to realize that the name rang a bell. "… Cissnei," Yuffie repeated. "Ci… Oh. Oh. Cissnei the Turk, right?" They really were like weeds, weren't they? Great. Just what she needed! Not that it was wholly a bad thing… was it? Yuffie was no fan of ShinRa (ha ha ha never in a million years, no matter what that scumbag of an ex-president did or said), but the Turks had their uses. Reno, for instance, made great target practice.
And… Alright, as much as it pained her to admit it, maybe there was something else in there, too. It was kind of nice to have people from Gaia around, people who weren't crazy psycho bug-people made out of bits of alien and Sephiroth. Yuffie's eyes darkened at the thought of him, that curdling mix of nerves, fury and loathing sparking in her veins, before she pushed it back. Back down the trap-door. Out, to trickle down the drain with the water. The smirk she flashed was convincing enough to fool anybody who didn't know her well. "I'm Yuffie, great ninja extraordinaire and connoisseur of justice. We spoke on the bulletin board."
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Giving herself a little shake, the girl dropped her hands and flexed her fingers. Her racing thoughts had eased, bordering on coherent and three shades away from hysteria rather than hairsbreadth. Still couldn't… didn't want… Gawd, this was hopeless. She was horribly, cruelly good at getting over things, but last night was winding around her heart again and again.
Maybe that was why it took her a moment to realize that the name rang a bell. "… Cissnei," Yuffie repeated. "Ci… Oh. Oh. Cissnei the Turk, right?" They really were like weeds, weren't they? Great. Just what she needed! Not that it was wholly a bad thing… was it? Yuffie was no fan of ShinRa (ha ha ha never in a million years, no matter what that scumbag of an ex-president did or said), but the Turks had their uses. Reno, for instance, made great target practice.
And… Alright, as much as it pained her to admit it, maybe there was something else in there, too. It was kind of nice to have people from Gaia around, people who weren't crazy psycho bug-people made out of bits of alien and Sephiroth. Yuffie's eyes darkened at the thought of him, that curdling mix of nerves, fury and loathing sparking in her veins, before she pushed it back. Back down the trap-door. Out, to trickle down the drain with the water. The smirk she flashed was convincing enough to fool anybody who didn't know her well. "I'm Yuffie, great ninja extraordinaire and connoisseur of justice. We spoke on the bulletin board."