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Room 303; Thursday Evening [12/06].
Dec. 6th, 2018 06:29 amUgh! Prompto could not get out of the shelter fast enough, because what was seriously up with those birds and that song? He can't believe he actually liked it at some point, because now he was pretty sure he never wanted to hear it again in his life. Now watch, tomorrow, when Sidon was covering his shift, there's be, like, the cutest new puppies or the kittens would feel particularly cuddly or some other awesome cute thing would happen because Sidon had all the luck, the stupid son of a fish.
...but, naaahhh, Prompto couldn't really be mad at him, not when he remembered why they'd switched in the first place. But he was still annoyed about those birds and that song, so he was hoping to work off some of that irritation in the best way he could think of: blowing shit up in video games.
Which, let's be honest, was probably what he'd be doing anyway, even without the birds and their dumb song.
[door and post are open, especially if you happen to be some sort of overblown romance exile! Sorry for the spam, I swear I'm done clogging up the flist with my boys now.]]
...but, naaahhh, Prompto couldn't really be mad at him, not when he remembered why they'd switched in the first place. But he was still annoyed about those birds and that song, so he was hoping to work off some of that irritation in the best way he could think of: blowing shit up in video games.
Which, let's be honest, was probably what he'd be doing anyway, even without the birds and their dumb song.
[door and post are open, especially if you happen to be some sort of overblown romance exile! Sorry for the spam, I swear I'm done clogging up the flist with my boys now.]]