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hashtag_chocobro) wrote2021-11-11 03:47 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote2021-11-11 03:47 am
The Apartment above Covent Garden; Thursday Evening [11/11].
So, Prompto did not have a date per se, but he was, instead, to be a chaperone for a cat playdate that evening, and it was decided that the cats should have a little bit of privacy for said playdate, so the guys had agreed to drag themselves and Seivarden out for the night to grant Prompto and Issa that privacy, and while Prompto was pretty grateful for that, a part of him had to admit, it was a little weird having the place to himself like this.
Not that he was complaining! It was nice, and definitely better than having to deal with everyone else, even if now he had a nice gap between the time it was and when Liz was going to show up, and that gap in time would probably be filled with a lot of anxiousness and nervousness about...everything, but thankfully, he figured out a good distraction.
Because Issa? Had, like, so many toys, half of which were dumped on her because Pancakes had too many toys, so first? He and Issa had a very important task at hand, and that task involved him dumping a box of all the toys onto the floor and sitting down with Issa and looking at her with a very important look on his face and informing her, "Alright, now, we have new friends coming over and we want to impress them, but not overwhelm them, so that means we're going to go through all these toys right now and figure out which ones are the best ones to play with, okay? So I'll pick one up, and you let me know, yay or nay? Or I guess 'meow' or...just don't say anything.
"This one?" he held up a small basic mouse toy with bright colors that had seen better days. Issa placidly turne dher head away.
"Okay, not that one." Prompto tossed it into the box, picked up the next. "This one?"
More ignoring. Into the box! "Okay," he said, feeling like maybe they needed a winner here and reached for a ball bursting with bright feathers. "What about this one?"
That seemed to catch her attention, getting up enough to start sniffing it with interest. "Okay," said Prompto, "not a meow, but I'm taking that as a yet." He set it aside, picked up the next. "This one?"
That one got a resounding meow, and Prommpto chuckled as he added it to the good pile and continued shifting through the toys.
Needless to say, it was an excellent distraction.
[[ expecting a lady with a cat, but definitely open should anyone want to poke at him before that in the timeline! ]]
Not that he was complaining! It was nice, and definitely better than having to deal with everyone else, even if now he had a nice gap between the time it was and when Liz was going to show up, and that gap in time would probably be filled with a lot of anxiousness and nervousness about...everything, but thankfully, he figured out a good distraction.
Because Issa? Had, like, so many toys, half of which were dumped on her because Pancakes had too many toys, so first? He and Issa had a very important task at hand, and that task involved him dumping a box of all the toys onto the floor and sitting down with Issa and looking at her with a very important look on his face and informing her, "Alright, now, we have new friends coming over and we want to impress them, but not overwhelm them, so that means we're going to go through all these toys right now and figure out which ones are the best ones to play with, okay? So I'll pick one up, and you let me know, yay or nay? Or I guess 'meow' or...just don't say anything.
"This one?" he held up a small basic mouse toy with bright colors that had seen better days. Issa placidly turne dher head away.
"Okay, not that one." Prompto tossed it into the box, picked up the next. "This one?"
More ignoring. Into the box! "Okay," he said, feeling like maybe they needed a winner here and reached for a ball bursting with bright feathers. "What about this one?"
That seemed to catch her attention, getting up enough to start sniffing it with interest. "Okay," said Prompto, "not a meow, but I'm taking that as a yet." He set it aside, picked up the next. "This one?"
That one got a resounding meow, and Prommpto chuckled as he added it to the good pile and continued shifting through the toys.
Needless to say, it was an excellent distraction.
[[ expecting a lady with a cat, but definitely open should anyone want to poke at him before that in the timeline! ]]