Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except for the toilets' hate of Yuffie. And me. Poor me.
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Leon leaned up against the brick wall. He was waiting for Yuffie; he glanced at his watch. They were already five minutes behind schedule. She'd insisted on stopping at the bathroom on their way to patrol Third District.
Leon distinctly heard some rather colorful swear words and made a mental note to ask Yuffie where she'd learned those words. A few moments later, she stormed out of the bathroom, looking positively fed up.
"WHY DO ALL THE FREAKING TOILETS IN TRAVERSE TOWN HATE ME?"
Author's Note: It's okay Yuffie. All my toilets hate me too.