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FFVIII: Dip
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Selphie's off persuading Squall to dance... For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
"Care to dance?"
"What, is Selphie tired of it already?" Quistis raises an eyebrow. Irvine laughs.
"With her energy? No -- she's off trying to persuade Squall to dance."
"I wish her luck with that," Quistis says, trying not to laugh. She can't imagine the scene they must be making -- Squall, quietly obstinate, and Selphie, more bubbly even than Rinoa at her best and more persistent than anybody in the world, apart from possibly the Galbadian government, or Seifer when determined to irritate. "I'm not sure who'll win that battle of wills."
"Selphie, without a doubt," Irvine says, and holds his hand out. "Dance?"
"I don't -- "
"All SeeDs dance," he says, rolling his eyes. "I know for a fact there are compulsory dance lessons in both Galbadia and Trabia, so there must've been some here. SeeDs need to be able to blend into any situation, and often missions call for attending fancy parties and the like. So you can dance."
Quistis laughs. "I got top marks in dance, as a matter of fact."
"Of course you did," Irvine says, smiling. "A woman of your grace could do no less."
"Save the flattering for Selphie," she says, but she puts her hand in his. "One dance. And if you try to dip me, you'll get punched."
Irvine laughs, whirling her off onto the dance floor.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Selphie's off persuading Squall to dance... For
fic_on_demand."Care to dance?"
"What, is Selphie tired of it already?" Quistis raises an eyebrow. Irvine laughs.
"With her energy? No -- she's off trying to persuade Squall to dance."
"I wish her luck with that," Quistis says, trying not to laugh. She can't imagine the scene they must be making -- Squall, quietly obstinate, and Selphie, more bubbly even than Rinoa at her best and more persistent than anybody in the world, apart from possibly the Galbadian government, or Seifer when determined to irritate. "I'm not sure who'll win that battle of wills."
"Selphie, without a doubt," Irvine says, and holds his hand out. "Dance?"
"I don't -- "
"All SeeDs dance," he says, rolling his eyes. "I know for a fact there are compulsory dance lessons in both Galbadia and Trabia, so there must've been some here. SeeDs need to be able to blend into any situation, and often missions call for attending fancy parties and the like. So you can dance."
Quistis laughs. "I got top marks in dance, as a matter of fact."
"Of course you did," Irvine says, smiling. "A woman of your grace could do no less."
"Save the flattering for Selphie," she says, but she puts her hand in his. "One dance. And if you try to dip me, you'll get punched."
Irvine laughs, whirling her off onto the dance floor.
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