: Drabble: Side Effects Verse
Title: Side Effects Tidbit
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Timeline: Takes place during the Winhill side quest.
Characters: Selphie, Harry, a chicobo
Warnings: Fluff
Selphie giggled as the chicobo cheeped and squirmed, as if it was being tickled, while Harry groomed it with his fingertips. It was so cute! “Done this before?”
“I have a pet owl,” Harry said, pulling a loose feather free and tossing it aside. “I usually do this for her once a month, and she always bites me when I do it wrong.” The chicobo made a move to nip his hand, and he tapped its beak with a finger. “No,” he said firmly, stroking the feathers one last time to check for any other dead feathers.
“Time to let him go?” Selphie asked when Harry sat back.
Harry nodded, and Selphie put the small bird on the ground. It stood still for a moment, then suddenly spun in place, twisting its head around and lifting its wings, chirping in excitement. It did a small jig and chirped again before running down the narrow path into the sunflower fields.
Selphie stared after it and let out a wail of disappointment. “I left my camera on Garden!”
Harry laughed.
Tags: crossover, ffviii, harry, selphie, side effects, tidbit
Title: Side Effects Tidbit
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Timeline: Takes place during the Winhill side quest.
Characters: Selphie, Harry, a chicobo
Warnings: Fluff
Selphie giggled as the chicobo cheeped and squirmed, as if it was being tickled, while Harry groomed it with his fingertips. It was so cute! “Done this before?”
“I have a pet owl,” Harry said, pulling a loose feather free and tossing it aside. “I usually do this for her once a month, and she always bites me when I do it wrong.” The chicobo made a move to nip his hand, and he tapped its beak with a finger. “No,” he said firmly, stroking the feathers one last time to check for any other dead feathers.
“Time to let him go?” Selphie asked when Harry sat back.
Harry nodded, and Selphie put the small bird on the ground. It stood still for a moment, then suddenly spun in place, twisting its head around and lifting its wings, chirping in excitement. It did a small jig and chirped again before running down the narrow path into the sunflower fields.
Selphie stared after it and let out a wail of disappointment. “I left my camera on Garden!”
Harry laughed.
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