Title: Horrible Dancer
Pairing: RoxasxYuffie
Summary: But really, who could stay mad at Yuffie?
Notes: It's a (rather pointless) drabble, but I could continue it.
"Cheater!" she shouted, hovering her hands over mine.
"How'd I cheat?"
We were sitting outside playing Red Hands. I was winning. She really wasn't as pro at this as she said she was. I occasionally let her win, so she wouldn't get bored.
"Ow." She shook her hands out.
It was her turn now. I waited, deciding I'd let her get me this time. After about four tries she was able to slap both my hands. She shrieked with joy and performed a bizarre victory dance. She was cute. A cute, horrible dancer.
"And who's the coolest?" She asked, still dancing.
"You are…" I mumbled, holding back a laugh.
"Who?"
I chuckled now, "Yuffie is."
"Damn right." She stated, placing her hands on her hips. I called that her Peter Pan stance.
She really was adorable beyond reason. I couldn't help but like her. She's oblivious to everything, though. Yes I know, great ninja. We met a couple of months ago, in Twilight Town. I was walking towards the Clock tower, as usual. It was where my friends and I hung out on Saturdays. Then out of nowhere comes Yuffie, she pickpockets me and dashes down the street. I chase after her, turn a corner or two, and then we both run into each other (which by the way hurt really badly). I scowl at her and she smiles sheepishly, simply saying "Uh…Sorry?"
But really, who could stay mad at Yuffie?
"Hey. Where you going?"
I looked over my shoulder, "I'm hungry."
"Yeah…that still doesn't explain where you are going." She jogged over to me.
"I don't know. I feel like tacos."
"Great. Me too."
"Your treat?" I raised an eyebrow.
She snorted, "Chyeah right."
everything. © Square-Enix
Does T a c o B e l l serve breakfast?
I seriously do feel like tacos.