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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.