Kaikai PANTS
And suddenly, her subway boredom was gone.
He had yellow teeth. It was weird and odd and totally wrong for her to be obsessing over it, but it must be said: he had yellow teeth.
And it made her utterly and inexplicably (Haha! She can use big words! Bleh!) happy.
Yellow teeth! Yellow teeth meaning there was another soul out there who didn't brush their teeth everyday, who's teeth didn't shine like a straight row of pearly whites and were perfect and shiny and annoying and perfect…
Oh, and this guy was hot. Yeah, totally hot blue eyes, perfectly sculpted hair, girlish and lanky figure. Yup, about a straight ten in Yuffie's book.
And thus, this proves that romance books about totally gorgeous guys who are perfect, with unblemished faces and perfect smiles, are false! Wrong! Mwa-ha! Guys with yellow teeth can be hot! Guys who are hot can have yellow teeth!
Yuffie: One. The World, or rather, Stupid Society and their Romantic Ideals: Zero.
The station comes to a stop and to Yuffie's disappointment, the Un-perfect Hot Guy gets off. Damn. She wanted to obsess a bit more…Wait, what stop was this? Olympus Coliseum? Time, 4:56? Day, Wednesday?
(And in her mind, she made a note to make sure she was at this stop at 5:00 everyday, which would mean she'd have to leave early for about…)
"Yuffie?"
She jumps a bit, before snapping her head to Tifa, eyes a bit disoriented.
"Mm, yeah?" She replies distractedly.
"You realize you were very obviously staring at Cloud's mouth…right?"