When he walked into the room he’ll find Yuffie sitting on a futon on the floor. Her room was simple but it was hers. There was a small dresser with a mirror fixed to the wall behind it; a soft pillow was placed in front of it to sit. There was a small kotatsu table, circled with pillows and a closet which was where all of her clothing and weapons were stored. It didn’t look like there were many places to hide things in the room, which was Yuffie’s intent, though Vincent might notice a few of the mats that looks like they could be moved to hide things underneath.
“You can sit you know…”
Her legs were out in front of her, slightly bent so that she could hold herself up and finish drying her hair. She was leaning forward, only sparing Vincent a glanced before she covered her head by the white towel and violently began to rub it dry. A moment later the towel was tossed on the floor and Yuffie was sitting with a tangled mess of damp brown on her head.
“What’s this for?” She reached out towards the bangle, inspecting the materia that filled its socks. Of course she had her own stash but it was a nice gesture and it looked like he was taking his job as a body guard very seriously.
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Reunions of the non-Jenova variant
Date: 2015-09-02 04:13 pm (UTC)“You can sit you know…”
Her legs were out in front of her, slightly bent so that she could hold herself up and finish drying her hair. She was leaning forward, only sparing Vincent a glanced before she covered her head by the white towel and violently began to rub it dry. A moment later the towel was tossed on the floor and Yuffie was sitting with a tangled mess of damp brown on her head.
“What’s this for?” She reached out towards the bangle, inspecting the materia that filled its socks. Of course she had her own stash but it was a nice gesture and it looked like he was taking his job as a body guard very seriously.