Phoning a Friend
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Hearing Aerith’s cheery and sweet voice, made Yuffie feel a bit more guilty as she hated making Aerith worry about her. Yuffie didn’t mind Aerith’s protective and motherly persona, in fact deep down: she admired it. After all, Aerith was the only person Yuffie had truly believed care about her and her well being. If anyone was to notice Yuffie being dead, it would be Aerith. Growing up in foster care, Yuffie had found the one thing in Aerith that she didn’t think she would ever find: safety and security.
Yuffie let out a small nervous chuckle yet again before answering Aerith’s question, in an effort to clear her throat. She smiled a bit when Aerith mentioned spending some time at her apartment. Yuffie could always count on finding shelter there.
“Well… I… you see… how do I put this delicately… okay, please promise me you won’t freak out… But, I’m at the police station.”
Yuffie knew better than to use the word “jail” in a sentence right now. After all, she knew she was going to have to explain eventually why she was arrested. That or the cop was going to. Better she did anyway.
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There was that nervous chuckle from the younger girl. Aerith knew that chuckle well enough to know that something was huge. The older female waited patiently though, as much as Yuffie got into trouble - a lot of it. She knew that she didn’t really mean for it.
Listening to her struggle getting the words out Aerith began moving around her kitchen area.
“I’m at the police station.”
Stopping midway as she puled out a pan Aerith was well... “Is that it?” Her voice rang out on the other end that she was certain Yuffie was having a heart attack just from her telling Aerith she was at the police station. In truth, she was expecting something a bit far worse. Though she knew the younger girl would be explaining when she picked her up and brought her back to the apartment she would be explaining.
Finishing with placing the pan on the stove she spoke again. “I will be there soon to get you.” Her voice still held the motherly tone, calm, warmth, voice never wavering.








