Call a spade a spade
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Speak one's mind, put things bluntly.
A/n: I hate school --' Super short. But it's the best I can do currently.
"So, uh… Vince?"
"hm?"
"Why'd you get all freaked out when you found me in your room?"
"…"
"I mean, it's not like you had anything… naughty in there… did you?"
"…naughty?"
"You know like…"
"Yuffie."
"Yes?"
"If you're asking I had a secret stash of pornography, no."
"Well, why'd you get all pissed then?"
"No reason."
"…you mean I totally freaked out and almost died of malnourishment because of no reason?"
"I didn't tell you to stop eating."
"… Ugh! You are unbelievable. But really, what was the reason?"
"…"
"Come on tell me!"
"Do you… really want to know?"
"Yes! Tell me!"
"…"
"Come on!"
"…"
"Hurry!"
"…secret."
"AH! I hate you! I'm going to go and storm off and… stuff."
"…"
5 minutes later
"Uh, Vincent, I know I asked you to get Yuffie to come back and all, but don't you think yelling at her was a bit… harsh?"
"Not at all, Tifa."
Call a Spade a Spade.
