Wrestling with the orange in her hands that she was currently waging a war with - who knew the things were so damned hard to peel ??? - Yuffie grumbled her story out to Reeve.

"And ya know what? I step into Vinnie's beaten up old run down house, and who waltzes right into the freakin room? Miss underground I-got-to-bring-Vincent-home-from-the-cave-of-his-dead-woman-he-obsesses-over-whose-in-my-head girl!!!!!!!! Why was SHE in his house? He doesn't ever ask ME to come visit!"

A frustrated screech tore through her lips as squirts of orange juice flew into her eyes. She only had a minute section of the orange peeled, and it was already defeating her!

Whining, she raised one hand to her eyes, wishing that orange juice didnt burn so freakin bad. "I hate you! Is the world against me?? Even the oranges?? What did I ever do to you?? So I want to eat you! That's what your for! Get over it!"

Reeve plucked the orange out of the frustrated ninja's hand, deftly peeling the remaining skin off in one piece before splitting it in half and handing it back to a suddenly shocked and only momentarily silent Wutain.

"...figures." Yuffie grumbled as she began to stuff her face.

After getting over the immediate shock of Yuffie donning his shirt, Reeve had tried his best to ignore the fact that the twenty-one year old girl was wearing it. Thinking about it only brought up possessive feelings that he had to shove aside - thoughts that couldn't co-exist with the girl's obsession with Vincent Valentine.

"I mean, what's so wrong with me? She has a ten year old's body, for god's sake! I know I'm not Tifa, not a fifth of Tifa, but I do have boobs! I mean so they're not much more than a handful... but they're bigger than Shelke's!!!"

Reeve tried not to sputter through his mouthful of orange as the girl animatedly grasped handfuls of her small breasts through the thin white shirt - HIS thin white shirt - bouncing them up and down in her hands as much as they would allow.

"Handfuls are good," he sort of croaked, his voice strained. "It doesn't always have to be a big handful to make a guy happy. If one fits in each hand - which apparently you're doing a good job of showing they do - any guy should be satisfied."

With her hands still groping herself, Yuffie frowned up at him. "Your voice sounds kinda funny. Are you sure you're not getting sick?"

Glad that Yuffie didn't notice his reaction, Reeve tried to distract himself from the young girl before him by continuing. "Besides, you've got nice slender legs. A guy can do a lot with that."

Still frowning, Yuffie leaned back, lifting one of her legs into the air, his shirt slipping far enough down her thights to make Reeve let out a tortured groan that thankfully didnt reach her ears.

"I guess they're skinny. And kinda long. For me bein so short, and all. Do you really think they're attractive?"

Trying to look anywhere aside from the shining skin in front of him, Reeve thought he managed to mumble some kind of an encouraging reply to her.

Yuffie plopped a second orange into her hands. She glanced at it warily, then eyed Reeve; he took it and once again peeled it for her and handed it back split into two halves.

Yuffie chatted her way through five oranges before Reeve stood up.

"I'll be right back. I have a call to make."

"Ooooh, is Reeve calling a woman? What's she look like? Is she hot? Is she blond? Or brunette? I bet she has nice boobs! Are they a handful? Do they-"

Pulling out his PHS, Reeve scrolled through his caller list and selected a name, closing his bedroom door behind him.

"Hello?"

"Hi Elena. I'm calling in a favor."