About A Girl [Lightning/Tifa, Lightning & Serah Gen]
Title: About A Girl, Or: Serah Wins an Argument
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII/Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Lightning/Tifa
Prompt: Tifa Lockheart (since the conversation is mostly about her, I figured it fit)
Rating: G
Words: 200
Spoilers?: None.
Author's Note: 1) Surely this counts, right? 2) This is a sequel drabble to “ Champagne and Brandy,” and will hopefully be followed by a fill for the romance prompt. 3)Title shamelessly stolen from the Nirvana song. 4) Yay, dialogue-only fic!
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“What am I doing?”
“You’re going on a date.”
“This is a stupid idea.”
“No, it isn’t!”
“Yes, it is. I’m too busy for this crap. Hey!”
“Stop it, sis. You had fun the other night, didn’t you?”
“Well…”
“I saw you smiling. You don’t let yourself have enough fun. You’re not cancelling this date.”
“Stop poking me.”
“Well, are you listening?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“You’re my sister. Come on, I know you like her.”
“Hmph.”
“Here, wear these.”
“What?”
“They look good with my hair, so they’ll look good with yours. And leave the sword behind.”
“Fine.”
“You’re going to be back by six, right?”
“Shouldn’t I be the one who asks that?”
“We look out for each other. Six, or six-thirty?”
“Six. It should be before that, we’re only going to the café.”
“It was only one more dance last night.”
“I’ve apologized!”
“I know, I know. Aren’t soldiers supposed to be able to hold their wine?”
“You know how often I drink.”
“True. You know, I think maybe you should have worn the other coat.”
“Really?”
“Don’t worry about it, you still look great. Now go, will you?”
“But -”
“No. Go on, have fun.”
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII/Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Lightning/Tifa
Prompt: Tifa Lockheart (since the conversation is mostly about her, I figured it fit)
Rating: G
Words: 200
Spoilers?: None.
Author's Note: 1) Surely this counts, right? 2) This is a sequel drabble to “ Champagne and Brandy,” and will hopefully be followed by a fill for the romance prompt. 3)Title shamelessly stolen from the Nirvana song. 4) Yay, dialogue-only fic!
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“What am I doing?”
“You’re going on a date.”
“This is a stupid idea.”
“No, it isn’t!”
“Yes, it is. I’m too busy for this crap. Hey!”
“Stop it, sis. You had fun the other night, didn’t you?”
“Well…”
“I saw you smiling. You don’t let yourself have enough fun. You’re not cancelling this date.”
“Stop poking me.”
“Well, are you listening?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“You’re my sister. Come on, I know you like her.”
“Hmph.”
“Here, wear these.”
“What?”
“They look good with my hair, so they’ll look good with yours. And leave the sword behind.”
“Fine.”
“You’re going to be back by six, right?”
“Shouldn’t I be the one who asks that?”
“We look out for each other. Six, or six-thirty?”
“Six. It should be before that, we’re only going to the café.”
“It was only one more dance last night.”
“I’ve apologized!”
“I know, I know. Aren’t soldiers supposed to be able to hold their wine?”
“You know how often I drink.”
“True. You know, I think maybe you should have worn the other coat.”
“Really?”
“Don’t worry about it, you still look great. Now go, will you?”
“But -”
“No. Go on, have fun.”