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anythingdrabbleTitle: Classic Confidence
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:the_paradigm
Characters/Pairing: Vaan
Rating: G
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 390: Spill
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None
Spoilers: End-Game/Post-Canon.
Summary: Penelo might be caught, but Vaan, the adept thief, is still on the mark. Part VIII of a (rampaging) Drabble Sequence. You can read Parts I-VII here @ Ao3.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
“I’m so sorry, m’lord,” the dark-haired servant stuttered, mentally checking his low-Archadian accent as the Rozarrian diplomat gasped and flailed, the man’s formal attire drenched now in pungent wine. Vaan whipped a kerchief from his purloined waiter’s uniform and deftly began swiping it down the front of Lord Marcos’s jacket. The emissary for House Trajen spluttered softly, swatting at Vaan’s hands, and Vaan smirked inwardly at the man’s own determination to remain inconspicuous through the incident. “Shall I retrieve you another jacket, sir?”
“Just go!” Lord Marcos hissed, slapping Vaan’s hand one last time before waving a hand in dismissal.
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:
the_paradigmCharacters/Pairing: Vaan
Rating: G
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 390: Spill
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None
Spoilers: End-Game/Post-Canon.
Summary: Penelo might be caught, but Vaan, the adept thief, is still on the mark. Part VIII of a (rampaging) Drabble Sequence. You can read Parts I-VII here @ Ao3.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
“I’m so sorry, m’lord,” the dark-haired servant stuttered, mentally checking his low-Archadian accent as the Rozarrian diplomat gasped and flailed, the man’s formal attire drenched now in pungent wine. Vaan whipped a kerchief from his purloined waiter’s uniform and deftly began swiping it down the front of Lord Marcos’s jacket. The emissary for House Trajen spluttered softly, swatting at Vaan’s hands, and Vaan smirked inwardly at the man’s own determination to remain inconspicuous through the incident. “Shall I retrieve you another jacket, sir?”
“Just go!” Lord Marcos hissed, slapping Vaan’s hand one last time before waving a hand in dismissal.
