Fanfiction: "The Good Bed"
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deemoyzaTitle: "The Good Bed" (2,719 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Selphie Tilmitt, Nida
Summary: After breaking one bed in the hotel room she’s sharing with Nida, Selphie challenges him to a game of Triple Triad to decide who gets the remaining bed.
Notes: Written for The Island Closest to Hell's Winter Festival 2020 on Tumblr. (Week one - Prompts: One Bed | Triple Triad)
Selphie noticed Nida holding out his hand for his room key while she unlocked the door; she chuckled and breezed through, turning on the lights while he registered the situation.
"What're you waiting for?" she called over her shoulder, depositing her bag on the bed farthest from the door. "You're not planning on sleeping in the hallway, are you?"
"No…" Nida took a cautious step forward, as if entering a Snow Lion's den, and surveyed the furnishings: two beds, one desk and chair, and another table and pair of chairs near the window. "Uh…just this room?"
"Yeah. Mega-bummer, I know, but you, of all people should know about Garden's budget cuts. All those repairs from the faction fights and the battle with G-Garden, and then the hangar that we have to build to get those airships from Esthar. Low enrollment, no wars…there's more going out than coming in, right now." She shrugged. "Anyway, it's no big deal. I've roomed with Squall and Zell and even Irvy before. Irvy was surprisingly polite; but I think having my nunchaku always within reach helped with that!"
"Yeah, no big deal." Nida stood beside his bed, but had yet to put down his bag. "Just a little bit awkward, I guess."
"Awkward? I'm not gonna be flouncing around in frilly underwear, you know. There's nothing to be awkward about." A mischievous grin crept across Selphie's face. "Unless…you don't trust me, Nida? Afraid I'll cuddle you to death in the middle of the night?"
Nida swallowed hard. "'Cuddle' isn't the word that comes to mind."
"Oh?"
"More like, 'strangle.'"
Selphie frowned. "Hey. Hey, not cool. You're my friend, Nida. Or my colleague, at least. I wouldn't hurt you."
"Not knowingly, I'm sure. But there are dreams, nightmares, sleepwalking. You can be scary enough when you're fully awake."
"I'll take that last bit as a compliment. But if I do any of the rest, feel free to punch me. A good, solid smack to the nose. I won't break." She rummaged through her duffel for her toiletries bag and pajamas, then headed into the bathroom.
"Punch you?"
"Yeah," she said, closing the door, "'cause it's easier to deal with a headache in the morning than a dead body!"
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Selphie Tilmitt, Nida
Summary: After breaking one bed in the hotel room she’s sharing with Nida, Selphie challenges him to a game of Triple Triad to decide who gets the remaining bed.
Notes: Written for The Island Closest to Hell's Winter Festival 2020 on Tumblr. (Week one - Prompts: One Bed | Triple Triad)
Selphie noticed Nida holding out his hand for his room key while she unlocked the door; she chuckled and breezed through, turning on the lights while he registered the situation.
"What're you waiting for?" she called over her shoulder, depositing her bag on the bed farthest from the door. "You're not planning on sleeping in the hallway, are you?"
"No…" Nida took a cautious step forward, as if entering a Snow Lion's den, and surveyed the furnishings: two beds, one desk and chair, and another table and pair of chairs near the window. "Uh…just this room?"
"Yeah. Mega-bummer, I know, but you, of all people should know about Garden's budget cuts. All those repairs from the faction fights and the battle with G-Garden, and then the hangar that we have to build to get those airships from Esthar. Low enrollment, no wars…there's more going out than coming in, right now." She shrugged. "Anyway, it's no big deal. I've roomed with Squall and Zell and even Irvy before. Irvy was surprisingly polite; but I think having my nunchaku always within reach helped with that!"
"Yeah, no big deal." Nida stood beside his bed, but had yet to put down his bag. "Just a little bit awkward, I guess."
"Awkward? I'm not gonna be flouncing around in frilly underwear, you know. There's nothing to be awkward about." A mischievous grin crept across Selphie's face. "Unless…you don't trust me, Nida? Afraid I'll cuddle you to death in the middle of the night?"
Nida swallowed hard. "'Cuddle' isn't the word that comes to mind."
"Oh?"
"More like, 'strangle.'"
Selphie frowned. "Hey. Hey, not cool. You're my friend, Nida. Or my colleague, at least. I wouldn't hurt you."
"Not knowingly, I'm sure. But there are dreams, nightmares, sleepwalking. You can be scary enough when you're fully awake."
"I'll take that last bit as a compliment. But if I do any of the rest, feel free to punch me. A good, solid smack to the nose. I won't break." She rummaged through her duffel for her toiletries bag and pajamas, then headed into the bathroom.
"Punch you?"
"Yeah," she said, closing the door, "'cause it's easier to deal with a headache in the morning than a dead body!"
