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FFVIII: Angel
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Gifts from admirers.
Quistis picked up the piece of paper waiting on her desk with a wry smile. She knew what it would be. Another note, another admirer, asking her out for coffee or sending her a poem or comparing her to a rose. Or calling her an angel, describing her wings, how angelic she'd look.
She recognised the handwriting from somewhere, but hardly glanced over it, crumpling it up and throwing it into the bin. It was kind of sweet, but... scary, how they obsessed over her.
But the little flower she picked up and put into a little glass of water.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Gifts from admirers.
Quistis picked up the piece of paper waiting on her desk with a wry smile. She knew what it would be. Another note, another admirer, asking her out for coffee or sending her a poem or comparing her to a rose. Or calling her an angel, describing her wings, how angelic she'd look.
She recognised the handwriting from somewhere, but hardly glanced over it, crumpling it up and throwing it into the bin. It was kind of sweet, but... scary, how they obsessed over her.
But the little flower she picked up and put into a little glass of water.