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[FFVII] [December 07: You're the swingingest thing] Children's Rhymes
[t]itle: Children's Rhymes
[r]ating: PG, to be family safe.
[w]ordcount: 647
[d]ay: December 07: You're the swingingest thing
[f]andom: FFVII
[p]airing: Vinyufficent. Aka, Vincent/Yuffie.
[s]ummary: Name a children's rhyme whose key word starts with K-I-S. Now, add that to mischievous-feeling Marlene and Denzel, Yuffie trying to get a child-pick-up ID, and general embarrassment.
[n]otes: Tifa Lockheart is a BARTENDER, don't you know?
Yuffie smiled at the little girl who had stolen her heart. Hell, Marlene had all of AVALANCHE (even Vincent, which filled Yuffie with a sort of smug, vicious glee) wrapped around her tiny finger.
"Yes, I'm here to register a pick-up I.D. for Marlene Wallace and Denzel Lockheart," she told the woman behind the counter.
"Do you have an appointment?"
Yuffie rolled her eyes. "No, and I don't need one. I'm here," she paused. When she started speaking again, she spoke slowly, eununciating each word clearly, "to... reg...is...ter... a... pick...up I...D..."
"Ah, I see. Well, then name, address, and notarized permission form, please?"
"Yuffie---"
"---Could you please spell that?" The receptionist asked. "Y-U-F-I?"
"No. Yuffie---"
"---And Vincent!" Denzel hissed.
"Is Y-U-F-F-I-E, Yuffie."
"And Vincent!" Denzel added, quickly enough that Yuffie couldn't turn around and hit him on the back of the head.
Not before Marlene said, "Sitting in a tree!"
The receptionist nodded, typing away. "Surname, please? Oh, and date of birth."
"K-I-S---"
"---S-I-N-G!" Marlene and Denzel burst into giggles.
"-A-R-A-G-I. Kisaragi."
"Could you spell that again please?"
"Kisaragi! K-I-S---"
"---S-I-N-G!"
"A-R-A-GI."
The woman blinked, still typing, and sighed. "And date of birth?"
She rattled off her birthdate by the Midgarian calendar.
"And the notarized permission form?"
"Signed by Tifa Lockheart, registered legal guardian of Marlene Wallace and Denzel Lockheart." Yuffie handed it over, somewhat proudly.
Who'd known that you could still like FINGERPAINTING and be a notary public?
Reeve WAS useful for something, apparently.
The woman gave her an extremely suspicious look over her glasses. "I'm sorry, miss, but this form is for Yuffie Kisaragi, and what I have on my screen is," she looked, "Yuffie And Vincent Sitting In a Tree Kissing Hypen Aragi."
Yuffie turned to Denzel. "Was this your idea?"
Denzel looked to Marlene, who looked back at him.
He nodded.
Yuffie crammed her fist over his mouth. "No, no, you've got it wrong! My name is Yuffie---"
"--And Vincent Sitting in A Tree!" Marlene chirped.
"Kisaragi! K-I-S---"
"---S-I-N-G!"
She crammed her other fist over Marlene's mouth. "Come on, it's a children's rhyme! Okay? The kids are using my name for a children's rhyme! My name is Yuffie Kisaragi, would you like to see my driver's license?"
It was illegal, but at least it was a photo I.D.
The woman nodded. "That would clear this up."
Yuffie took her hands off the kids' mouths and handed over her driver's license.
The woman corrected her form, muttering to herself about children's rhymes and crazy Wutaians and the many sins of That-Tifa-Lockheart-She's-A-BARTENDER-Don't-You-Know.
Yuffie felt her eyebrow twitch.
The woman printed out an ID, quickly snapping and printing a photo and then laminated the ID and photo together.
She then pulled up a couple of windows on her computer, changing the name under "Marlene Wallace" and "Denzel Lockheart" from "Tifa Lockheart #42886" to "Yuffie Kisaragi #57312".
"That takes care of it," the receptionist said. "A week, right?"
"Right."
"Well, Ms. Lockheart--- she's a bartender, don't you know! Can come in whenever she gets back and change the pick-up ID back to her name."
"All right," Yuffie said, and steered the kids out.
"That wasn't really your idea, was it, Denzel?" Yuffie asked. "I'm sure you're too grown up for that."
Denzel shook his head, grinning. "Nah, it was all Marlene." And, as soon as Marlene had run ahead to Tifa's van, he tugged Yuffie down to his level (not far enough of a tug, Yuffie wailed mentally) and hissed, "She's a cool little kid."
And Yuffie could only agree. Marlene was the awesomest little kid ever, even if she was probably a mischief mastermind in the same league that Yuffie had been at seven.
And she had a ninja plus a dusty, depressed ex-Turk plus the rest of AVALANCHE wrapped around her little finger.
[r]ating: PG, to be family safe.
[w]ordcount: 647
[d]ay: December 07: You're the swingingest thing
[f]andom: FFVII
[p]airing: Vinyufficent. Aka, Vincent/Yuffie.
[s]ummary: Name a children's rhyme whose key word starts with K-I-S. Now, add that to mischievous-feeling Marlene and Denzel, Yuffie trying to get a child-pick-up ID, and general embarrassment.
[n]otes: Tifa Lockheart is a BARTENDER, don't you know?
Yuffie smiled at the little girl who had stolen her heart. Hell, Marlene had all of AVALANCHE (even Vincent, which filled Yuffie with a sort of smug, vicious glee) wrapped around her tiny finger.
"Yes, I'm here to register a pick-up I.D. for Marlene Wallace and Denzel Lockheart," she told the woman behind the counter.
"Do you have an appointment?"
Yuffie rolled her eyes. "No, and I don't need one. I'm here," she paused. When she started speaking again, she spoke slowly, eununciating each word clearly, "to... reg...is...ter... a... pick...up I...D..."
"Ah, I see. Well, then name, address, and notarized permission form, please?"
"Yuffie---"
"---Could you please spell that?" The receptionist asked. "Y-U-F-I?"
"No. Yuffie---"
"---And Vincent!" Denzel hissed.
"Is Y-U-F-F-I-E, Yuffie."
"And Vincent!" Denzel added, quickly enough that Yuffie couldn't turn around and hit him on the back of the head.
Not before Marlene said, "Sitting in a tree!"
The receptionist nodded, typing away. "Surname, please? Oh, and date of birth."
"K-I-S---"
"---S-I-N-G!" Marlene and Denzel burst into giggles.
"-A-R-A-G-I. Kisaragi."
"Could you spell that again please?"
"Kisaragi! K-I-S---"
"---S-I-N-G!"
"A-R-A-GI."
The woman blinked, still typing, and sighed. "And date of birth?"
She rattled off her birthdate by the Midgarian calendar.
"And the notarized permission form?"
"Signed by Tifa Lockheart, registered legal guardian of Marlene Wallace and Denzel Lockheart." Yuffie handed it over, somewhat proudly.
Who'd known that you could still like FINGERPAINTING and be a notary public?
Reeve WAS useful for something, apparently.
The woman gave her an extremely suspicious look over her glasses. "I'm sorry, miss, but this form is for Yuffie Kisaragi, and what I have on my screen is," she looked, "Yuffie And Vincent Sitting In a Tree Kissing Hypen Aragi."
Yuffie turned to Denzel. "Was this your idea?"
Denzel looked to Marlene, who looked back at him.
He nodded.
Yuffie crammed her fist over his mouth. "No, no, you've got it wrong! My name is Yuffie---"
"--And Vincent Sitting in A Tree!" Marlene chirped.
"Kisaragi! K-I-S---"
"---S-I-N-G!"
She crammed her other fist over Marlene's mouth. "Come on, it's a children's rhyme! Okay? The kids are using my name for a children's rhyme! My name is Yuffie Kisaragi, would you like to see my driver's license?"
It was illegal, but at least it was a photo I.D.
The woman nodded. "That would clear this up."
Yuffie took her hands off the kids' mouths and handed over her driver's license.
The woman corrected her form, muttering to herself about children's rhymes and crazy Wutaians and the many sins of That-Tifa-Lockheart-She's-A-BARTENDER-Don't-You-Know.
Yuffie felt her eyebrow twitch.
The woman printed out an ID, quickly snapping and printing a photo and then laminated the ID and photo together.
She then pulled up a couple of windows on her computer, changing the name under "Marlene Wallace" and "Denzel Lockheart" from "Tifa Lockheart #42886" to "Yuffie Kisaragi #57312".
"That takes care of it," the receptionist said. "A week, right?"
"Right."
"Well, Ms. Lockheart--- she's a bartender, don't you know! Can come in whenever she gets back and change the pick-up ID back to her name."
"All right," Yuffie said, and steered the kids out.
"That wasn't really your idea, was it, Denzel?" Yuffie asked. "I'm sure you're too grown up for that."
Denzel shook his head, grinning. "Nah, it was all Marlene." And, as soon as Marlene had run ahead to Tifa's van, he tugged Yuffie down to his level (not far enough of a tug, Yuffie wailed mentally) and hissed, "She's a cool little kid."
And Yuffie could only agree. Marlene was the awesomest little kid ever, even if she was probably a mischief mastermind in the same league that Yuffie had been at seven.
And she had a ninja plus a dusty, depressed ex-Turk plus the rest of AVALANCHE wrapped around her little finger.