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FFVIII: Fairy
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Selphie, Seifer, and detention. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lemon_advent.
"When I first came here, detention meant detention, not poncing around putting up decorations for the winter festival."
Selphie smiled sweetly up at him. "Yes, yes, and when you were young Centra was still green and beautiful. Are you going to hurry up with that, or do I have to threaten you with more hours spent at this?"
"I have to finish the job sometime, don't I?"
"Well, no." Selphie smiled even more sweetly. "I can always find more for you to do. If you're so desperate for more work, I could even get you a more prominent role in it. You know, you could sell tickets. Or hand out drinks. Or be entertainment. You'd be the Festival Fairy."
Seifer eyed Selphie, wondering if she'd gone mad. "You're the one with the wings, oh glittery one," he said, mock-sweetly. "Besides, if you're trying to say something about my preferences, then -- "
"So it's true you have a crush on Squall?"
Seifer stared at her for a moment and then stabbed a pin viciously into the wall, securing the tinsel. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, flatly.
"It's the big rumour about you and Squall. That you're, you know, hot for each other."
Seifer gave her another disbelieving look. "Please. Don't insult me."
"Besides," she said, thoughtfully, as if she hadn't heard what he'd just said, "if you're so opposed to being the Festival Fairy, I guess that says something about you."
Seifer glared again. Any lesser being would have shrivelled up and died, but somehow he seemed to have met his match in Selphie Tilmitt. He began to climb down the ladder, advancing upon her.
He had the uncomfortable feeling he was going to get trounced.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Selphie, Seifer, and detention. For
lemon_advent."When I first came here, detention meant detention, not poncing around putting up decorations for the winter festival."
Selphie smiled sweetly up at him. "Yes, yes, and when you were young Centra was still green and beautiful. Are you going to hurry up with that, or do I have to threaten you with more hours spent at this?"
"I have to finish the job sometime, don't I?"
"Well, no." Selphie smiled even more sweetly. "I can always find more for you to do. If you're so desperate for more work, I could even get you a more prominent role in it. You know, you could sell tickets. Or hand out drinks. Or be entertainment. You'd be the Festival Fairy."
Seifer eyed Selphie, wondering if she'd gone mad. "You're the one with the wings, oh glittery one," he said, mock-sweetly. "Besides, if you're trying to say something about my preferences, then -- "
"So it's true you have a crush on Squall?"
Seifer stared at her for a moment and then stabbed a pin viciously into the wall, securing the tinsel. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, flatly.
"It's the big rumour about you and Squall. That you're, you know, hot for each other."
Seifer gave her another disbelieving look. "Please. Don't insult me."
"Besides," she said, thoughtfully, as if she hadn't heard what he'd just said, "if you're so opposed to being the Festival Fairy, I guess that says something about you."
Seifer glared again. Any lesser being would have shrivelled up and died, but somehow he seemed to have met his match in Selphie Tilmitt. He began to climb down the ladder, advancing upon her.
He had the uncomfortable feeling he was going to get trounced.
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