There was a pink thing spectating. Very pink. Pink enough to out-pink even Aerith, maybe, except this pink was in the hair and not in the clothes. Yuffie watched out of the corner of her eye, lip curled into a half grin. It was always nice when people paid attention to her.
And it was even better when they complimented her!
Yuffie slowed when the girl approached, slipping smoothly out of her routine. The Frisbee cut through the air in one last loop, arcing back to her hand at the apex of its circuit. "Practice makes perfect," she replied brightly. "So does natural genius, but, well." It'd taken her years to iron the natural clumsiness that'd haunted her early years, back when skinned knees and scraped palms had been a permanent feature. Nobody needed to know that, though. Nope. Nobody.
The girl was familiar, she realized then. Hair that pink was hard to miss, and Yuffie liked to keep an eye out for the people she knew. Suzie, for instance, and even Lulu. This girl—what was her name?—spent quite a bit of time with the both of 'em. "Do you want to try?" she asked instead, curious. Testing the waters.
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And it was even better when they complimented her!
Yuffie slowed when the girl approached, slipping smoothly out of her routine. The Frisbee cut through the air in one last loop, arcing back to her hand at the apex of its circuit. "Practice makes perfect," she replied brightly. "So does natural genius, but, well." It'd taken her years to iron the natural clumsiness that'd haunted her early years, back when skinned knees and scraped palms had been a permanent feature. Nobody needed to know that, though. Nope. Nobody.
The girl was familiar, she realized then. Hair that pink was hard to miss, and Yuffie liked to keep an eye out for the people she knew. Suzie, for instance, and even Lulu. This girl—what was her name?—spent quite a bit of time with the both of 'em. "Do you want to try?" she asked instead, curious. Testing the waters.