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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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