The Apartment above Covent Garden; Saturday [05/22].

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With Prompto now teaching and there being a few workshops that Ignis himself had wanted to take, their schedules these days, trying to split their time between Fandom and Insomnia, had been all out of whack. Which Prompto figured was probably driving Ignis mildly insane, but honestly? Prompto himself didn't mind it very much, it kept things interesting! Hopping back and forth so much made him sort of feel busy and less idle, even if some of it did seem a little superfluous. But, for now, he was feeling fine with spending a little extra time hanging out at the Fandom apartment for a nice lazy Saturday, and that had nothing to do with the shamelessly modded cat on his chest as he lay sprawled on the couch, playing video games on his phone.

(Actually, it had everything to do with the shamelessly modded cat on his chest as he lay sprawled on the couch, playing video games on his phone. You just couldn't say no to a cat once they claimed your chest, brah, it was, like, a rule).

It wasn't all video games, either, though, because he knew what next week was, of course, and had a few things in motion, and it was probably about time the thing he got in motion next was invitations. So he was working on an email to send out to his whole Fandom contact list (minus one, of course), so that people could have some time to plan and arrange.

(He also hesitated about including another particular name on that list, but honestly, removing her seemed way more of a dick move. She'd included him in her mass email about her tournament, after all....Whatever. She could just ignore it or delete it, like she had everything els---no, no, that wasn't what happened, he had to keep reminding himself of that....)



To: [Fandom List] [-nina.argentum@fandomhigh.edu & all alts]
From: prompto.argentum@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Nina's Birthday Party!

Hey, everyone!

It's me, Prompto! (If you're receiving this email and don't know who that is, hi! What up? I clearly need to get out more!!!) Some of you may know, some of you may not, but next Sunday (May 30th!) is Nina's birthday! (If you don't know who that is, maybe you need to get out more lol!) Anyway, so of COURSE I've gotta do something special for her, and of course I've got to invite you all to drop in and have fun and wish her happy birthday because I know it'll mean a whole lot to her.

It's going to be on Saturday May 29th here at our house in Insomnia. All day, bay-beeee! I've attached information about the Portals and everything that'll be set up and hopefully make it easy to get there, because it is definitely on another planet, but don't worry! Eos is a lot like Earth! But definitely let me know if you have any problems with the portals or any other issues, and we'll try to work it out, because it's going to be a lot of fun, there will be all sorts of food, games, I'm doing a cupcake bar and a karaoke room and a bouncy house!

(I know, I know, but I promise, it'll definitely STAY a bouncy house and not try to eat anyone or something, that kind of stuff doesn't happen where I'm from!)

Nina definitely knows we're doing something that day, but she doesn't know the exact deets, so if you could keep it a little hush-hush to maintain the element of surprise, that'd be great! And, again, if you have any questions or issues, just hit me up, we'll work it out!

Hopefully, we'll see you next Saturday!

❤️✌️ Peace Out! ✌️❤️

~PROMPTO~



[[ email sent to all who would like to receive it (EXCEPT YOU NINA)! Post is def. open for replies, visits, roommates, etc, etc, etc!! ]]

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[justice_undone]

At least Prompto would be free to move when a portal opened and Issa dived under the couch.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Breq said to Prompto after stepping through the portal. "Visiting, or is Seivarden accumulating roommates?"

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It was amazing, really, how all of a sudden, a cat who had been resting comfortably on your chest a second ago could all of a sudden weight a million pounds and was putting every ounce of that on one small spot of pressure on your chest in the process of leaping off in her startled escape. Prompto groaned, curling around where Issa had pressed into him before diving for the couch, trying to laugh, but it was all pain.

"Oww, god, buddy!" he gasped, hand to his chest now as he coughed and sat up and now noticed what had caused the scramble and blinked up from the couch. "Oh...hey...Breq...?"

If he sounded a little confused, well....

At least he wasn't thinking about how Issa just about nearly crushed his entire chest cavity.

"Erm. What's up?"

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"I'm just stopping by to see how Seivarden and Tisarwat are doing," Breq replied. "I didn't mean to scare you. Or the cat. Is Seivarden here?"

She was not. Seivarden had gone out about an hour ago, mostly just to go for a walk.

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Thank you, Narrative, that was very helpful.

"Oh, uhhhh," Prompto shifted a little to get more comfortable on the couch, then hitched a thumb over his shoulder toward the door. "No. She stepped out a little while ago, not sure when she'll get back."

His fingers tapped against each other a little bit.

"Can I, uh, get you something to drink? Tea, maybe?"

He didn't really know what to do in this situation, especially since he was mostly just crashing here for the summer and had way fewer hosting rights than Seivarden or even Ignis, but it felt kind of rude to not offer.

(Even if it also seemed kind of rude to just portal into people's living rooms, too, Breq)

[justice_undone]

"Thank you, I'm fine," Breq said, taking a seat in one of the armchairs. "I'll just wait until Seivarden gets back."

She smiled.

"How are you?"

[hashtag_chocobro]

Besides suddenly kind of hoping that wherever Seivarden had gone didn't take her too long. Not that he didn't like Breq, or anything! It's just he wasn't really expecting her to literally pop in and he was never the greatest at unexpected socialization.

"Ummm," he said. "Not...bad? I'm teaching this summer, that's kind of cool? Photography! It's going pretty well, too, at least it definitely seems that way. Planning for Nina's birthday party next week. Not a whole lot, really. How about you? What've you been up to?"

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"Is that why you're staying here? Because you're teaching?" Breq asked. "As for what I'm doing, it's mostly politics. Has Seivarden told you anything about what's been happening recently?"

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"Yeah," Prompto nodded. "My friend Ignis was already staying here since he started teaching last semester, so we figured, if Seivarden didn't mind, I could crash here, too. We're only here some of the time, anyway, because we still have other stuff we need to do back home, with our...jobs, and everything."

And, well, the war that had been going on for way longer than any of them had ever even been alive and protecting the sole heir to their kingdom on the very edge of being decimated by a psychotic empire and everything...

"Which is also mostly politics, too, I guess, but, no, she really hasn't said much about it..."

Not that he could remember, anyway. And now he was worried that he might not have been paying enough attention.

[justice_undone]

"Seivarden probably needs some company," Breq said. "I heard Ignis is teaching her how to cook."

"Yes, politics. It's a long story. Teaching photography must be quite a break."

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Prompto couldn't help snickering a little. "Ignis'll teach anyone who gives him half a chance how to cook. Or at least try."

And that was much more of a stab at Noctis than it was Seivarden.

"And it is," he agreed. "It's nice to just sort of focus on something fun for a little while."

[justice_undone]

"I understand Seivarden hasn't been doing too badly," Breq said.

She seemed to be making an effort here now.

"And a birthday party for Nina?"

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"I mean, I can verify that she's actually cooked things," Prompto said with a grin. "That's much further than Noctis ever gets, and it's even all been edible so far!

"And, yeah," the grin grew just a little more. "Her birthday's next week, so we're having a big party at our house back on my world! You should totally come if you can! There's going to be cupcakes, karaoke, a bouncy house..."

Some poor sap in a moogle costume...

"I'm going all out. She's never really had a classic birthday party like that before."

And neither had he, but that was, you know, beside the point.

[justice_undone]

"I don't know who Noctis is," Breq said, amused. "But it's good to know Seivarden can at least feed her friends."

"That sounds like quite a birthday party. Thank you for the invitation. Who are you inviting?"

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"Everyone." Prompto's grin found even more room to grow. "I just sent out a mass email to everyone on the Fandom High list. Granted, I'm sure not everyone will get it....communications through the multiverse are definitely super sketch."

NOT THAT HE HAD ANY REASON TO BE PARTICULARLY ANNOYED ABOUT THAT OR ANYTHING!

"Anyway, Noct is my best friend, he's definitely going to be there, too."

And how many teenaged Lucian girls can claim the crowned prince was at their birthday party??

[justice_undone]

"They are unreliable," Breq agreed. "I hope the invitation will reach enough of them, although if you sent it to the whole list you should be fine."

That had to be a lot of people, at least.

"So, you have a bet friend who doesn't cook, and another friend who does it really well. Where does that leave you?"

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"Somewhere in the middle, I guess," Prompto admitted, with a faint, almost sheepish sort of chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders. "I do alright. Mostly salads, soups, easier things like that, but when it starts getting more complicated, forget about it! I'll leave it to the experts!

"You probably dont' do a whole lot of cooking out there in space or anything, right?"

[justice_undone]

"Kalr Five would be quite upset if I tried to," Breq replied. "As a lieutenant Seivarden won't have to either, but it's good for her to know how to if she has to, and she seems to enjoy it a bit."

"I think she enjoys having people staying here. When you're used to living on a ship it can get lonely on your own."

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Prompto had to smirk a little at the first part; Noct could probably make the case against learning because he was the prince and all, but that wasn't his style...

...and Specs wouldn't buy that excuse even if it was on sale.

"Honeslty," he said, "I'm just glad she doesn't mind! It makes things way easier than a hotel room or something. I'm glad Summer suggested it."

[justice_undone]

"And there's one more person to spoil the cat."

Breq guessed, from having seen where Issa had been before diving under the couch.

[sith_said]

Yeah, yeah, it had come as an email and all but he was getting a text back from a stuffed cat.

Not that Prompto would know that over text but it mattered okay.

it is byob? Or are ye providin’?

The cat’s priorities were maybe a little... self-centered.

But cat. It made sense.

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We'll have soda and juice and lemonade! So yeah, if you want anything else, you'll have to bring your own!

It wasn't that kind of party, Cait!

But it would be appropriate if there was a ring of 'grown-ups' sipping on beer and talking about, like, mortgages and taxes or something. That would really sell the whole 'backyard birthday party that he knew for a fact Nina had never really had and that he was mostly just guessing at from what he heard about normal kids' birthday parties because he never really had one either and definitely didn't go to other kids'' vibe he was going for!

[sith_said]

Well.

Cait could probably talk about taxes if he really had to but was it going to make any sense?

No.

but we can bring things, right? It’s good on ye to have the mixins!

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Drink things, sure! Explosive things, not so much.

Prompto felt it definitely didn't hurt to be specific in that way with the Fandom crowd.

It's a pretty quiet neighborhood, you know?

[sith_said]

He hadn’t known that but he could roll with it.

I won’t bring any explosives! Though is it quiet enough we can’t have firecrackers? Those are good fun!

Especially while drinking! And being a stuffed toy!

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I'm not sure, man. I'll have to check the local ordinances or something about that.

So that was probably a no on the firecrackers. Unless they were, like, just little ones, or something...

[sith_said]

Sparklers?

Look, Cait just wanted shiny things!

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Okay, now you were talking Prompto's language!

Prompto's 'let's not blow up the neighborhood while I'm trying to give my sister the perfect cookie-cutter suburban birthday party schitck' language.

OMG we totally need to have sparklers!! Do you think we can get different colored ones, even?

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mebbe Summer would know? I ken check with her if you want?

It was probably for the best that Cait didn’t party plan.

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Summer's definitely aways good for party stuff! And, well, she does run a whole store that pretty much sells everything, I'd be surprised if that didn't include different colored sparklers!

[sith_said]

she’s handy like that! And always willing to help a guy out!

Cait thought of another question.

do we all gotta prefer to be human for this?

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Nah ur good, i wouldn't worry about it too much

Prompto had already been prepared to try to explain off a nine-foot-tall shark dude. He figured if he could pull that off, he'd be good for pretty much anyone else who might also shown up.

(Costumes. Thank goodness for costume characters at kids parties!)

(....oooooh, maybe he should hire a moogle! Or a Kenny Crow!!)

[sith_said]

For the record, Nina would absolutely love a moogle.

then I look forward tae meeting you there!

Whether he actually showed up or not was harder to tell. He was a cat after all. He might forget in a week.

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Heck, Prompto would love a moogle, too!

(There was totally going to be a moogle).

Sounds good, man! The more, the merrier!

Prompto honestly wasn't even sure who exactly he was even texting right now, but clearly, it didn't matter all that much.