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[traumatizing]

You've reached Terry Ward. I'm not here right now, leave a message and I'll get back to you.

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[cleartranquil]

[She immediately begins to pout, but is distracted by the twenty in the wallet which immediately is taken out and shoved into her bra. Ha. Try stealing that, Terrance Ward.

That said, she then seems to decide that leaning on Maxxie is the best way to go about her life, seemingly not paying a damn bit of attention to the fact that she's still a bloody mess.]

I miss the bar.

[Yuffie might sound like she means the one she just left, but that's not it in the slightest.]

[traumatizing]

[If you think putting it in her bra would stop him then you are wrong. He's satisfied with free ice cream though, so Yuffie is safe.]

[He sighs a little and looks over at Yuffie.]

A busted nose isn't enough excitement for you?

[notahobby]

[Maxxie wraps an arm around her to get comfortable, smiling affectionately at her despite all of the stuff going on with the blood and the stolen wallets.]

Do I have to hide all the liquor when we get home?