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FFVIII: Vengeance
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Squall skipped a promised appearance at the Garden Festival. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
"You, mister, are in big trouble."
Squall didn't look up. Selphie huffed softly, putting her hands on her hips. It was with great effort, apparently, that she didn't stamp her foot in approved spoilt-little-princess style. Squall scribbled his signature on the bottom of another sheet of paper, sliding it across to join a rapidly growing stack. "I don't have time for this, Selphie," he said, in a tone that was probably meant to be reasonable, but came out three parts irritation and one part utter exhaustion.
"Do I have to call for back up? Irvine said he was free..."
Sighing, he put his pen down, running his hand through his hair to push it back from his face, and leaned back in his seat. "You've got five minutes. Spit it out. What do you want?"
"You skipped the Garden festival."
"I -- "
"You promised you'd put in an appearance."
"Something came -- "
"Something had already come up, and that was my Garden festival." Selphie crossed her arms in front of her, glaring at him with all the force she had. If he hadn't known what a fierce fighter she could be, he might have laughed at her. Of course, she thought, that would imply that he had a sense of humour, a thing that had always been in doubt. "Surely you could've come off duty long enough to come along for just an hour?"
"Not really," he said, sighing heavily. Selphie leaned closer, peering at his face, and then grinned the kind of manic grin that always signalled Selphie has a plan.
"Fine. I have to get my revenge on you somehow, so..."
He raised an eyebrow. "Selphie, I'm really busy, maybe -- "
"You're not busy," she declared, cheerfully. She was round behind his chair with a few quick steps, moving faster than was quite fair, and spinning his chair so he wasn't facing his desk anymore. Glaring at her apparently had no effect. She reached for his hands and tugged hard. "Come on. You're going to come and have lunch with me, and then me and Quistis are going to sign all this stuff on your behalf. Zell, too. And you're going to go off and have fun while we do it."
"Fun. Wonder what that's like," he said, dryly.
"Well, you get to find out, while me, Quisty and Zell find out what wasting our lives behind a desk is like." Selphie tugged at his hands again.
"Quistis is busy too."
"Her class is helping clear up the Garden festival, since the kitchen staff, ah, baulked at the task."
Squall let out a long sigh. "It was that much of a mess?"
Selphie made a face at him. "It was quite messy, yeah. Come on. You owe me."
Reluctantly, he got to his feet. Selphie whooped loudly enough to startle Squall's secretary, and dragged Squall out, not giving him time to explain to the startled girl what was going on.
"All that can be dealt with later," she said, firmly. Squall rolled his eyes, but Selphie took that as a sign of surrender.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Squall skipped a promised appearance at the Garden Festival. For
fic_on_demand."You, mister, are in big trouble."
Squall didn't look up. Selphie huffed softly, putting her hands on her hips. It was with great effort, apparently, that she didn't stamp her foot in approved spoilt-little-princess style. Squall scribbled his signature on the bottom of another sheet of paper, sliding it across to join a rapidly growing stack. "I don't have time for this, Selphie," he said, in a tone that was probably meant to be reasonable, but came out three parts irritation and one part utter exhaustion.
"Do I have to call for back up? Irvine said he was free..."
Sighing, he put his pen down, running his hand through his hair to push it back from his face, and leaned back in his seat. "You've got five minutes. Spit it out. What do you want?"
"You skipped the Garden festival."
"I -- "
"You promised you'd put in an appearance."
"Something came -- "
"Something had already come up, and that was my Garden festival." Selphie crossed her arms in front of her, glaring at him with all the force she had. If he hadn't known what a fierce fighter she could be, he might have laughed at her. Of course, she thought, that would imply that he had a sense of humour, a thing that had always been in doubt. "Surely you could've come off duty long enough to come along for just an hour?"
"Not really," he said, sighing heavily. Selphie leaned closer, peering at his face, and then grinned the kind of manic grin that always signalled Selphie has a plan.
"Fine. I have to get my revenge on you somehow, so..."
He raised an eyebrow. "Selphie, I'm really busy, maybe -- "
"You're not busy," she declared, cheerfully. She was round behind his chair with a few quick steps, moving faster than was quite fair, and spinning his chair so he wasn't facing his desk anymore. Glaring at her apparently had no effect. She reached for his hands and tugged hard. "Come on. You're going to come and have lunch with me, and then me and Quistis are going to sign all this stuff on your behalf. Zell, too. And you're going to go off and have fun while we do it."
"Fun. Wonder what that's like," he said, dryly.
"Well, you get to find out, while me, Quisty and Zell find out what wasting our lives behind a desk is like." Selphie tugged at his hands again.
"Quistis is busy too."
"Her class is helping clear up the Garden festival, since the kitchen staff, ah, baulked at the task."
Squall let out a long sigh. "It was that much of a mess?"
Selphie made a face at him. "It was quite messy, yeah. Come on. You owe me."
Reluctantly, he got to his feet. Selphie whooped loudly enough to startle Squall's secretary, and dragged Squall out, not giving him time to explain to the startled girl what was going on.
"All that can be dealt with later," she said, firmly. Squall rolled his eyes, but Selphie took that as a sign of surrender.