Righto, I'm going to listen to Julian K.S. and continue with the humor. And guess who's back (besides me)? R&R!
Reno, stumbling over his own feet and singing, was being tugged through the back door by Yuffie. "Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, HAHAHA- nope, I drank some!"
Yuffie made a high-pitched swearing noise under her breath and tugged his rather limp body onto a stool.
"Yo, what happened, Teef? Did Vampy bite 'cha?" Reno asked, rather slowly. Before grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"He's drunk." Yuffie stated, sounded rather annoyed.
"We can see that." Vincent said, still holding the hand of a still-sobbing Tifa.
"What did happen?" Yuffie asked suddenly, courtesy of ADD. She dropped Reno onto the floor. Reno made a muffled noise and rolled over, laughing.
"Cloud had been kicked out by Tifa, he…" Vincent continued, telling Yuffie what happened.
"WHAT?!? TIFA, YOU BETTER KICK THAT MANGY CHOCOBO ASS THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!" Yuffie squeaked (loudly.), running up the stairs to do it for her.
About five minutes later, Cloud and his stuff were sprawled on the outside sidewalk, flung out a window by an extremely angry and somewhat excited Yuffie.
"Ouch."
Vincent looked at Tifa worriedly, who was still crying softly.
"Tifa?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like me to get you some water?"
"Oh, Um, Okay." Tifa said, sounding quiet and wiping tears from her eyes.
Vincent led her to her room and went for the water, feeling strangely sad.
Oooooooooooooh, Vince, is that a smidgeon of emotion I feel?
Not now.
Yo, Vince, are you alright? OH MY G- I mean devil, I never thought I'd say that.
I…
WOOOOOOOO!
Chaos?
You REALLY like that girl don't you-
Chaos. She's my friend and AVALANCHE teammate and she's kind to me, stop being unreasonable-
Vin, That's why you like her! She treats you like a person. She holds the door open for you, talks to you…makes you do chores…and gives you…pep talks…
She does that for everyone.
Exactly, she treats you the same, which is nice. Except when she's emotionally unstable and sees you eating pickles, but, of course, there IS a limit.
And the hot chocolate.
That's not 'cause you've got voices in your head, it's 'cause you ANGST.
I see your point, Chaos, but…She doesn't think of me that way.
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So, Whaddya think? Don't I do a much better job than Aerith? You don't know who I am?
That's easy, I'm just your new narrator. Aerith went swimming and caught a cold so I'm taking over. Yes, you can get colds up here.
If you still don't know who I am, I am Zack, your devilishly- I mean angelically, the d-word isn't allowed up here- handsome narrator.
So, Aerith, How am I doing?
Hi guys! Zack took over for me since I have a cold. You're doing great, Zack-honey!
Righto, back to the-
THE FOLLOWING IS BEING NARRATED BY A STUFFED MOOGLE AS THE OTHE NARRATOR'S MOUTHS ARE OTHERWISE OCCUPIED.
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Tifa tucked herself into her bed, waiting for Vincent to come with the water. As if on cue, the gunslinger entered.
"Thanks."
"No trouble."
This short exchange of words was happening while a drunken redhead and a sugar-high ninja wreaked havoc downstairs.
AHA! Told you I'd be done by today! R&R.