thegreatninja: (cold)
Yuffie Kisaragi ([personal profile] thegreatninja) wrote in [community profile] melodiesoflife2014-10-05 08:47 pm

House Terrors!

Characters: Yuffie and Sephiroth.
Where: Housing: A-02
When: Between October 5-6th
Summary: The two are trying to learn how to live with each other and it isn't going well.
Warning: N/A

Late afternoon: Yuffie found asleep.

She had no idea when he might be back and she would have been perfectly happy if he didn't come back at all. Though she knew there was little chance of that. Her room was set with traps and protected in case her roommate decided to come in without permission. The last thing she needed to do was set the traps in the kitchen as well as grab some snacks for her room.

Mooshoo had given up trying to talk her out of her crazy ideas and was sitting in Yuffie's room with a book.

The young ninja sat on the couch and instantly felt her own tiredness overwhelm her. Her limbs ached from her hard work and her eyes lids felt heavy. She was determined to only rest her eyes for a minute but was soon fast asleep. She curled up in a little ball as soft whimpers escaped her lips. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she dreamed of her mother.

Early Morning: Unexpected Bathroom Problems.

Yuffie wanted to use the bathroom and has been waiting for what felt the hours. She slammed her fist on the door as she tried to get his highness's attention.

"Come on! You have been in there for forever! WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE DOING IN THERE!"

She slammed her fist against the door again and then slumped to the floor. Her knees were brought tightly to her chest as her eyes fixated on the door knob.

"I need to use the bathroom!"
shinrasfinest: (Hand through hair)

Early Morning: (not-so) Unexpected Bathroom Problems

[personal profile] shinrasfinest 2014-10-21 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite the toxic way Yuffie put it, Sephiroth would really prefer for her to simply not be around while he was in any position where he might be vulnerable. It was bad enough that she slept only in a room down the hall; he had no idea when her resentment toward him might turn into something other than tantrums, sarcastic remarks or nicknames. Not that he'd admit that was the reason for his less-than restful sleep.

He continued to work the cream into the sunburn on the arm closest to the door as Yuffie stopped and made her retort. He paused in the motion for a moment long enough to raise his eyes, over the top of his lean bicep, to her again.

"There's no need to be such a brat about it." His voice wasn't quite stern, but matter-of-factly. "Besides, it's not nearly as bad as it was before."