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Log: Complete
When; Sunday, 17th of June, evening(?)
Rating; Teen (a real feat, considering it’s Greed), for swearing, most likely
Characters; Yuffie Kisaragi (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cupofwutaiglory) and Greed (so_very_greedy)
Summary; Just as he gallantly offered two days previous, Greed takes Yuffie on a tour of the City, especially the bars and other places a innocent and sweet and awesome girl like her shouldn’t be in. Yuffie insists this is NOT a date. A challenge has been issued, and the Wutaian princess is set on mugging the homunculus before the night ends. Just because she so can. Madness, thus, ensues.
Log;
Yuffie waited for Greed on the stairs leading up to her building’s entrance. She looked down at her new green shirt, still impressed at how almost identical it was to the one she’d owned when she’d been fourteen. It was almost melancholy. Only not.
She leaned back, her elbows on some stairs above from where she sat, and looked at the sky to pass time. The ticking was starting to piss her off, so she hoped the man arrived quickly.
Rating; Teen (a real feat, considering it’s Greed), for swearing, most likely
Characters; Yuffie Kisaragi (
cupofwutaiglory) and Greed (so_very_greedy)Summary; Just as he gallantly offered two days previous, Greed takes Yuffie on a tour of the City, especially the bars and other places a innocent and sweet and awesome girl like her shouldn’t be in. Yuffie insists this is NOT a date. A challenge has been issued, and the Wutaian princess is set on mugging the homunculus before the night ends. Just because she so can. Madness, thus, ensues.
Log;
Yuffie waited for Greed on the stairs leading up to her building’s entrance. She looked down at her new green shirt, still impressed at how almost identical it was to the one she’d owned when she’d been fourteen. It was almost melancholy. Only not.
She leaned back, her elbows on some stairs above from where she sat, and looked at the sky to pass time. The ticking was starting to piss her off, so she hoped the man arrived quickly.