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hashtag_chocobro) wrote2018-11-27 08:37 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote2018-11-27 08:37 am
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Room 303; Tuesday Afternoon [11/27].
Prompto had a date.
And Prompto Argentum wasn't going to let some wire-chomping mouse cause him to miss out on a date.
Well, okay, it wasn't so much a date as it was that he'd made plans for a raiding night with Noct and Galdio during his shift at the C.I.C. that evening. Obviously, that exact thing wasn't going to be happening now, but he wouldn't let the current circumstances throw a big fat fried-mouse wrench in his plans and spoil something he'd been looking forward to since last week. Without an idea of how long the C.I.C. would even be out of commission, he had to think fast, act fast, and just be glad he'd been saving up his money instead of giving into the temptation to buy all sorts of new shinies every week.
He'd hooked himself up a preeeeetty sweet rig over there; he probably wasn't going to be able to perfectly replicated it in his room, but he knew he could cobble something together that would be more than efficient and satisfactory, and what his new room set-up lacked was easily something he could build on and improve on, and maybe he'd have an even better set-up given enough time and tweaking.
Setting it up had been pretty easy, too, that wasn't a problem. It was the set-up on the other thing he'd gotten that was giving him issues now.
Because of course he'd also gotten a pull-up bar.
And was realizing he had no real idea how to install it, which meant that he'd sort of delayed the original intention of the date with his bros back home, but they were still there on his phone as he tried to have Gladio (who he only knew hadn't died laughing yet because he was still laughing his butt off) walk him through it, figuring if anyone had experience installing a pull-up bar, it would be Gladio.
"You're just lucky," Prompto informed him loftily while making another attempt at what should honestly not be this difficult, maybe he got a cursed one or something, that seemed like it could be a thing around here, "you're not here right now, or else this pull-up bar would totally be re-purposed as a beat Gladio on the head bar.
"Not that there's anything up there to damage, anyway," he added in a murmur specifically intended to never be heard.
[[ door and post are open!! ]]
And Prompto Argentum wasn't going to let some wire-chomping mouse cause him to miss out on a date.
Well, okay, it wasn't so much a date as it was that he'd made plans for a raiding night with Noct and Galdio during his shift at the C.I.C. that evening. Obviously, that exact thing wasn't going to be happening now, but he wouldn't let the current circumstances throw a big fat fried-mouse wrench in his plans and spoil something he'd been looking forward to since last week. Without an idea of how long the C.I.C. would even be out of commission, he had to think fast, act fast, and just be glad he'd been saving up his money instead of giving into the temptation to buy all sorts of new shinies every week.
He'd hooked himself up a preeeeetty sweet rig over there; he probably wasn't going to be able to perfectly replicated it in his room, but he knew he could cobble something together that would be more than efficient and satisfactory, and what his new room set-up lacked was easily something he could build on and improve on, and maybe he'd have an even better set-up given enough time and tweaking.
Setting it up had been pretty easy, too, that wasn't a problem. It was the set-up on the other thing he'd gotten that was giving him issues now.
Because of course he'd also gotten a pull-up bar.
And was realizing he had no real idea how to install it, which meant that he'd sort of delayed the original intention of the date with his bros back home, but they were still there on his phone as he tried to have Gladio (who he only knew hadn't died laughing yet because he was still laughing his butt off) walk him through it, figuring if anyone had experience installing a pull-up bar, it would be Gladio.
"You're just lucky," Prompto informed him loftily while making another attempt at what should honestly not be this difficult, maybe he got a cursed one or something, that seemed like it could be a thing around here, "you're not here right now, or else this pull-up bar would totally be re-purposed as a beat Gladio on the head bar.
"Not that there's anything up there to damage, anyway," he added in a murmur specifically intended to never be heard.
[[ door and post are open!! ]]
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And Foomy was making ridiculously cute squeaking noises as he did so.
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Prompto maybe had to watch that video about three times before he could respond to it, while something very deep down in his core was very glad that he'd yet to ever hear of or encounter a Flan before.
For the love of puppies, he texted Nina back, help him!
What a weird feeling, to be confronted with that level of cuteness and thinking he wanted to go and help the poor little dude himself, but also to have a terrible knot twist in your stomach, thinking that helping him would likely only lead to making him bigger and stronger and more powerful, and then he'd just destroy them all.
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Baby steps here.
It took her a while to send a response to that, but her next video was the very short journey of Foomy clambering up a pad of stickies, then onto the book from that.
And his excited bouncing and rolling at being on top of the book for all of about five seconds before he rolled off of it.
Well, Foomy had tried.