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Oh, and Yuffie and Vincent come in this chapter. This might be the only other chapter I do this
week.
Tifa, after she had cried out every drop of water in her butt-kicking body, picked up her cellphone. As she was female, she needed to talk to someone after this. Preferrably another girl.
Shera was off with Cid somewhere.
Aerith was...dead...
That left Yuffie.
She'd have to do.Hmm, why was she labeled as 'do not call at any costs' on her list of numbers?
"TIFAOMIGOSHHIHIHI!!!"
...That would be it.
"Hi Yuffie."
"You sound like Vincent." The somewhat child-like voice sounded dissaproving. Not that Yuffie would know how to spell that.
"I do not!"
"No, you don't. The meanie, he won't talk to me. Oh! And yesterday he came to Wutaii!"
"Really?" Tifa sounded uninterested. She wasn't in the mood, but Yuffie either didn't notice or didn't care.
"Yeah, He asked me if I ever got cold in my clothes, I mean, what a stupid question, these are perfectly normal clothes-" She continued, but Tifa didn't hear.
Tifa was laughing.
The ninjette, under the impression that Tifa was laughing at her, 'hmph'ed and hung up, promply going to the pagoda for another dreaded yoga lesson.
"Something amusing?"
Someone was in the bar?
Tifa turned slowly, and, God forbid, dramatically, to see who was there.
"Vincent?"
"Yes."
"What-what are you doing here?"
"..."
"Oh-" Nervous laughter. "Oh, right. what would you like?"
"Hot chocolate." It was winter.
"Hot ch- What?"
He repeated his answer.
She got it, stunned, and had an expression rather like that of Cloud's earlier that day.
He, cape tucked underneath his chin momentarily, was smirking.
Yay for me, two chapters in one day. R&R. Did you like the surprise- that this is a sequel to 'the question'?