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Thanks.

[She takes the cup and almost instantly starts tapping on the rim with her nails. She has so much energy right now she doesn't know where to put it all. When he mentions who she met, it's a little like she's been lit up from the inside. It's probably the most genuinely happy he's seen her in a while. ]

He's real.

He was right there in front of me, and he's real.

[Yuffie starts laughing, and then instantly covers her mouth because it was louder than she meant for.]

His name's Cloud.

[Honestly, seeing her this happy makes Terry smile in response, but he's concerned regardless. Does she remember anything else about this 'Cloud' guy? Is he dangerous? Should she really be glad to see him?]

Cloud, huh? [He tips his head in a 'come on' kinda gesture and starts toward his room.] Know anything else about him?

[Yuffie trails along behind him, cup in hand and still smiling like it could split her face.]

I've seen him three times in my dreams. Once in this big weird place with the girl, and twice in Nibelhiem.

[That makes her pause, and she stops in the doorway like she's thinking. The city. It was on fire the second time. But she'd been surprised it was there at all the first time.

Yuffie pauses, and then he makes as if to speak once or twice before she actually says anything.]

He's...a country boy. [And then she pauses, remembering what she'd seen with him. The other girl, one who's name she couldn't place, begging him not to look. Because...Because...they're from-]

From Nibelhiem.

[It's a little like all the air went out of her for a moment as she stands there blinking, and confused in the doorway.]

[He stops when he realises Yuffie has and turns to look at her, frowning a little.]

Nibelhiem?

[That... Doesn't sound like a real place.]

[ Yuffie shakes her head like she's trying to clear it. ]

It's a city....a town? It's small.

[She looks like she's trying really hard to parse what she's picked up, but it's all in bits and fragments.]

I saw it, on the balcony. [She pauses again, and as she talks it's like her voice slips up in pitch.] That's why I thought there was something wrong, because there was something wrong with...The guys in hoods. They were being controlled. By-

['I see you finally understand.'

Yuffie's face is blank as it clicks.

The guy she saw, the one who scared her.

When she seems to come back to herself she's practically snarling.]

Sephiroth.

Edited 2016-01-21 02:53 (UTC)

[Jesus, okay. That's... That's a hell of a lot to take in at once. Terry frowns as he tries to piece it together, and he goes to sit on his bed because it's. It's too late and he's not 100% sober but he really wants to try and understand what Yuffie's dealing with here.]

... What's Sephiroth?

It's a who.

[Yuffie's still pissed off with no clear direction, and her voice is still set higher.]

He's- He's [She makes a horribly irritated sound, and then because she cannot deal with this, she just promptly sits down in the doorway, legs crossed and her tea mug in her lap. She is equally not sober enough for this shit.]

.....I dunno what he is, but he's the literalworst.

[She seems to be more confused than irritated now, and she probably looks ridiculously childish.]

Whoever he is, I don't like him, and I don't think Cloud did either. He was being a dick.

[Things that Yuffie Kisaragi will later mark as understatements of the century.]

Okay. [HM.] So... You and this Cloud guy are friends, and he's from a small town. And there's some asshole called Sephiroth controlling people?

[And the girl with green eyes who she misses. A reunion. What the hell is going on with Yuffie?]

... Do you remember how you met?

You got it.

[She nods, because got it in one, Ter. Good job. And then....]

Not a clue.

[Yuffie is holding her mug with both hands and takes a drink, looking over it at him, seemingly unbothered by that fact. She knows that should worry her, but she felt so wonderful seeing him. It was kinda like coming home, somehow. Like something clicked with all the weird things she'd seen in her head and something made sense. He made sense.]

But it felt like I knew him forever. Like it was so easy to see him and just be like....'oh look. There you are. I didn't even know I missed you.'....

[Yuffie pauses, and then makes a face, because that was so lame, even for how right it was.]

....I sound so fucked up. Can I crash here?

Of course.

[He doesn't know if Yuffie wants to crash with him or if she'd prefer the couch, so he'll leave that up to her while he considers what she said. Like someone she's known forever? That's... How can that be possible?]

[That decision made, Yuffie pulls off her boots, one at a time, and toss them in the general direction of the main part of the room and starts unclipping her bracelets.

She may be able to sleep in full gear if needed, or because she's too lazy, but if she's going to crash with someone else she is nice enough to take off her spikes. She's totally stealing bedspace, because given the choice between a couch and a human pillow she will take the second option nine times out of ten.]

This....was a really weird night.

Sounds like it.

[Terry should probably do the same, huh. He takes off all his jewellery and discards it on the bedside table and tosses his shirt on the foot of his bed because why sleep in a shirt if he doesn't have to.]

[With a yawn and a sigh, he pulls back the covers to get into bed and leave enough space for Yuffie to crawl in next to him.]

You alright though?

[Yuffie drops off her jewelry, her mug, and the spiked band from her hair and makes a big show of climbing into bed and flopping dramatically, then sitting up on her elbows to look at him. ]

I kinda feel awesome.

[A beat.]

Gonna probably have a hangover, but awesome.

[He laughs softly.] Well you know where I keep the painkillers.

Yep.

[She snickers into her arms.]

I'll buy'ya breakfast tomorrow. Kay?

I'm gonna hold you to that.

[He reaches over to cover Yuffie's face with his hand and make a shushing noise.] Now go to sleep.

[In truly mature fashion, Yuffie makes a horribly disgruntled noise, and then proceeds to lick his hand before rolling over.]

Niiiiiight!

Euggh.

[That and Terry wiping his hand on the back of Yuffie's shirt is all the 'goodnight' she's getting before Terry settles into sleep.]

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