Fanfiction: "Party People"
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deemoyzaTitle: Party People (854 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating: General Audiences
Characters: Selphie Tilmitt, Wimbly Donner
Summary: Selphie has just finished hosting Balamb Garden's first-ever Garden Festival. During clean-up, she finally meets her predecessor from the Garden Festival committee, come to congratulate her on her success. He certainly knows how to make an impression.
Notes: Written as a late fill for the FF Kiss Battle.
She didn't recognize the bespectacled young man standing at the bottom of the steps, but out of politeness and leftover adrenaline, she waved to him anyway. He smiled and approached her.
"Selphie Tilmitt?" he asked.
"The one and only!" she responded, hoisting an amplifier and moving it to the side of the stage. "How can I help you?"
"Oh, I don't need anything. I just came by to congratulate you." He held out his hand. "I'm Wimbly Donner."
Selphie froze and stared at him. "The Wimbly Donner? You came to the Garden Festival? I thought you'd given up on the whole idea!"
"No, I just ran out of time here, that's all." He began to pull his hand back when Selphie caught herself and lunged forward to shake it.
"Wow, it's such an honor meeting you! You laid the groundwork for this festival. I went over all your ideas and plans when I first got here, and they were solid. They saved me a bunch of time figuring out the basics. Thanks!"
"I'm glad to see I was able to be of some help, after all."
"Were you ever! I'm just sorry the rest of Garden didn't see that. They can be a bit hard-headed where festival planning is concerned."
"Indeed. How did you ever get them involved?"
"Oh, you know, the usual: endless yammering, a bit of arm-twisting, dredging up a juicy secret here and there." She shrugged.
"Ah, clever! I don't think I have the social skills to pull that off."
"It doesn't take social skills. Just a lot of stubbornness and very little shame."
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating: General Audiences
Characters: Selphie Tilmitt, Wimbly Donner
Summary: Selphie has just finished hosting Balamb Garden's first-ever Garden Festival. During clean-up, she finally meets her predecessor from the Garden Festival committee, come to congratulate her on her success. He certainly knows how to make an impression.
Notes: Written as a late fill for the FF Kiss Battle.
She didn't recognize the bespectacled young man standing at the bottom of the steps, but out of politeness and leftover adrenaline, she waved to him anyway. He smiled and approached her.
"Selphie Tilmitt?" he asked.
"The one and only!" she responded, hoisting an amplifier and moving it to the side of the stage. "How can I help you?"
"Oh, I don't need anything. I just came by to congratulate you." He held out his hand. "I'm Wimbly Donner."
Selphie froze and stared at him. "The Wimbly Donner? You came to the Garden Festival? I thought you'd given up on the whole idea!"
"No, I just ran out of time here, that's all." He began to pull his hand back when Selphie caught herself and lunged forward to shake it.
"Wow, it's such an honor meeting you! You laid the groundwork for this festival. I went over all your ideas and plans when I first got here, and they were solid. They saved me a bunch of time figuring out the basics. Thanks!"
"I'm glad to see I was able to be of some help, after all."
"Were you ever! I'm just sorry the rest of Garden didn't see that. They can be a bit hard-headed where festival planning is concerned."
"Indeed. How did you ever get them involved?"
"Oh, you know, the usual: endless yammering, a bit of arm-twisting, dredging up a juicy secret here and there." She shrugged.
"Ah, clever! I don't think I have the social skills to pull that off."
"It doesn't take social skills. Just a lot of stubbornness and very little shame."
