Nightshift 52: M61-M70 Hallway
[from here]
She remembered the last time she'd been down this way. With Yukari in tow, she'd headed over to Mori's room to exchange a closet rod for her shuriken. Okita'd popped out of his own room-man, she hadn't expected that.
But, this time…
Maybe it was a little weird, that she was willing to work with the same guy who'd stabbed a pen through Sagara's lung. That she was being polite enough to set her shuriken point-down on the floor, and to keep it slightly behind herself, with her fingers clasped loosely around the top-most blade. It was a big weapon and not exactly something she could sheathe; keeping it in a non-threatening but easy to manoeuvre from position was a courtesy, though not a deference.
… Kinda weird how interacting with Okita made her actually think about these things, too.
Shaking off any further thoughts of weirdness for the time being, Yuffie knocked on the door. "Special delivery," she announced
She remembered the last time she'd been down this way. With Yukari in tow, she'd headed over to Mori's room to exchange a closet rod for her shuriken. Okita'd popped out of his own room-man, she hadn't expected that.
But, this time…
Maybe it was a little weird, that she was willing to work with the same guy who'd stabbed a pen through Sagara's lung. That she was being polite enough to set her shuriken point-down on the floor, and to keep it slightly behind herself, with her fingers clasped loosely around the top-most blade. It was a big weapon and not exactly something she could sheathe; keeping it in a non-threatening but easy to manoeuvre from position was a courtesy, though not a deference.
… Kinda weird how interacting with Okita made her actually think about these things, too.
Shaking off any further thoughts of weirdness for the time being, Yuffie knocked on the door. "Special delivery," she announced