MHA #4; Tuesday Afternoon [02/02].

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Well, if Prompto was going to be on the island to substitute for a class (so weird!), then it would be ridiculous of him to not take advantage of that fact to pester hang out with his little sister for a bit. The only problem was that he found out that his little sister just so happened to be in the middle of a very complicated spell that had her a little preoccupied. But Prompto wasn't going to let something like that stop him.

Even if he got one look at all the chalk covering Summer's apartment and immediately fixed Nina with a look of disapproval.

"You're taking a break," he announced. "I'm going to be back in five minutes with some food, and you're going to take a break and rest, and then I'm going to help you with some of this."

And sure, he said that, but after that break and they had full stomaches, there was a cat and Prompto was...maybe a little distracted.

"~Pancakes, Pancakes~," he sang, as he pet and snuggled and danced the poor cat's limbs around, "~Oh, if only you could talk! Bet you'd saa~ay, it's a miracle I'm not covered in chalk!~"

He thought it was pretty good for having just made it up on the spot. With a muffled little merow, though, it seemed Pancakes was less impressed.

"Honestly, though," he added, dropping the song for another look around from where he was sitting on a yet-to-be-chalked spot on the floor, "this is so much work, Nina..."

[[ apartment, cat, and sister all modded with permission! definitely open if anyone wants to swing by lol ]]

[[ edit: that Nina's working on something in the apartment is a-okay, but if the specifics could be NFB, that'd be baller ]]

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Prompto had to snort a little bit at the addendum, because, yeah. Yeah. He was in Summer's first class and was still traumatized over going to an amusement part in someone's body.

But he'd not talk smack about her, especially not in front of her cat, who was now peering up at Prompto from his lap, purring and looking content, but he could swear that was a glint in her eyes that suggested that he would regret it if he would even so much as dare extrapolating on that snort.

"No meat and cheese thrown into a Tupperware," Prompto vowed, though he snickered just thinking of the look on Ignis's face if he did just do that. "Got it. I think I can manage at least that.

"Soooo," he then ventured, thinking they'd probably talked enough about all that for now and Nina needed a break from it, anyway, even if she would probably insist that she didn't, "how have things been, anyway? Outside of you chalking up a storm?"

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Nina's fingers twitched a little, as she thought about that question and the answers she could give to it. Everything was simpler when it was just her, the spell, and her chalk.

And Pancakes.

"I don't know," she admitted. "Day to day, I'm doing great!!!!!!!!!! School's fine, you know?????????" And Liam being dad wasn't anything she really wanted to talk about with her brother. It was complicated, but not in a bad way. On the bright side, she had other things to flail about and, like, Prompto was one of the few people who she'd admit some of it to. "Like, I'm sort of staring down the fact that I've only got a year and a half left of school with a lot of…….."

Screaming into the void? Screaming into the void.

"Like, it's starting to come up in my feeds a lot about ~life after graduation~ and I just………….. don't have a plan?????????"

And she hated that.

"I've been thinking of going back to my world, too, to help with the war," she admitted. "But I'm…….. what if I get trapped there for months again???????"

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Prompto may have grinned softly at knowing just how much not having a plan probably drove Nina crazy, but it faded quite a bit with that last part.

"Yeaaaah," he said, "we should maybe figure out a way to make sure that doesn't happen again if we can. And, hey, if anything, I'm sure if you don't figure something out in a year and a half, Iggy could find something for you to do...

"Although I guess," he realized a moment later, almost apologetically, "that's pretty much just trading one war for another, isn't it?"

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Oh, Prompto.

She was already a spy for the crown—in his world.

"I mean, like, true," she allowed, since actually telling her brother that was… well. Maybe she'd tell him when she was eighteen and therefore an adult and not tell him just how long she'd been working for the crown…

"And how much would you worry????????

"But there's other things," she said, "like, what about Sir Foomy????????? Honestly, I really think if I kept it multi-universal that I'd be able to make a serious killing as a television writer??????????"

She was making pretty great money off of it already.

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"A lot," Prompto decided, after pretending to think about it for a moment. "I'd worry a lot, but I already do that, so you know. No big change there. I like television writer way better. I mean, I know the entertainment industry's probably pretty cutthroat but not, you know, literally."

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She laughed.

“Not in this world,” she allowed, absolutely certain in some worlds that television was literally deadly. “Though I caaaaaaan take care of myself!!!!!!!!”