"Depends how we wanna look at it," Yuffie said to the ceiling. "I mean, on the one hand, I did a totally good deed. Two, maybe! 'Cept that second one, that might be a matter of opinion… Anyway. On the other hand, I didn't get what I went out for." Story of her life. "I also didn't get eaten. That's always a plus, right? Yeah."
She dropped her arm, raised her head, and peered across at the SOLDIER. Ex-SOLDIER, whatever. Yuffie hadn't figured that he'd come gatecrash her table... No way would this be a plain ol' social call. What did they have to be social about? If it wasn't for Cloud—and Aerith, she reminded herself—they probably wouldn't have gone anywhere near each other in the first place. Not with the intent of being entirely civil, anyway.
"So, uh." She scratched her cheek, nails catching lightly on the thin scar she'd gained from Faker Blake-slash-Yuri. "What's up? Need something? Got news? Both?"
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She dropped her arm, raised her head, and peered across at the SOLDIER. Ex-SOLDIER, whatever. Yuffie hadn't figured that he'd come gatecrash her table... No way would this be a plain ol' social call. What did they have to be social about? If it wasn't for Cloud—and Aerith, she reminded herself—they probably wouldn't have gone anywhere near each other in the first place. Not with the intent of being entirely civil, anyway.
"So, uh." She scratched her cheek, nails catching lightly on the thin scar she'd gained from Faker Blake-slash-Yuri. "What's up? Need something? Got news? Both?"