"Nerhspsh."
"Yuffie, wake up."
"NERHSPSH!"
"Yuffie."
I groan into my pillow, but look up at Tifa.
"You have a...person here to see you."
I whimper and put the pillow over my head, trying to go back to sleep.
"Poppety-poppy-poppet, wake up."
I look up at Dana, my face set into a murderous expression.
"Ah, Mommy, look at the constipated beaver."
I tackle him as he starts giggling at his joke, pinning him to the mattress.
"Its freaking...nine in the morning! I should still be sleeping."
"No, poppet, you shouldn't."
"And why shouldn't I?"
"Because, we're going baby stuff shopping."
My eyes go huge as he grins, and a sudden urge to knock his teeth out courses through my body.
"No, actually Blondie, we aren't. Tifa's taking care of all the baby stuff."
"Poppet, have you seen that women's taste? I've seen buffalo that are better at following the trends."
I can't help but let a giggle past my lips, but quickly stop.
"So? Why don't you just go with her?"
"Fine. We'll take her with us, but you're paying."
"Eh, no im not. That's why we have Tifa. Now get out of here. I have to throw up, get dressed, and then eat the whole contents of Tifa's fridge. Come back later."
I walk down the stairs with him, drawing the attention of various regulars at the bar.
Wow.
To them, I must seem like a whore.
First Reno, Then Vincent, and now Blondie.
I shake my head and push him out the door.
"So, Kisaragi, going for the fags now?"
I smirk.
"Reno, if I was, then you would be in my bed instead of Spidey the blow-up doll."
"Ouch."