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Room 303; Late Thursday Morning [04/18].
Apr. 18th, 2019 07:18 amRight. Classes were done for the semester for Prompto, his room wasn't covered in ketchup anymore, he was mostly planning on sticking around for graduation because, duh, obviously he wasn't going to miss his girlfriend graduating (although at the same time, no, please don't, like, ohgods, what was going to even happen now?), but he wondered if he should stick around for the whole week before then, or, like, head back home for training early, get in more work, take a break to come back for the weekend, and then back to Insomnia again until the start of the next semester. That...was easily the best plan, he felt, and he knew going back and forth wasn't much of a problem for him. He'd have to make sure it worked with Noct, though, and, in the meantime, he'd just hit the shooting range here as much as he could, get in some work here before really hitting the ground running with the boyos.
He still felt pretty antsy about everything, though, to feel entirely comfortable getting behind a gun right now. But he figured some mindless video games would be a good way to clear his mind, and it was actually working pretty well before his phone started buzzing to alert him to a new text message.
From Noct.
U OK?
Amazing how just three letters could fill a person with such a firm and distinct sense of dread and forebodding.
yeah. y?
Prompto did not like the stretch of time that existed before a response came in.
Got a message yesterday from one of your friends saying you had a real bad weekend. 'Tragically rough' she said.
Well. That definitely helped Prompto get an idea of exactly which supposed friend had gone and sent messages back home, and was just going to let his avatar die a horrible bloody, fiery death right now while he tried to figure out exactly what he thought about that.
She said she'd like to come visit, too, Noctis contined, that your hoes need to meet your bros...
she SAID that????????
Murder. So much murder, Nina. Like, literally, all the murder.
Yeah, she did. You think you'll bring them with you over the break? We can make arrangements.
No. That was a big, fat, emphatic no, one he hoped Noct could feel through the phone. Not this time. Too much work to do. And i'll explain everything later promise. But i think i might head out tomorrow after work, if that's cool. i'll have to come back for graduation but...
He took a long moment, debating on whether or not to include the next part.
I think I really just need to be home for a bit.
The swiftness of the reply was almost as encouraging as the reply itself: Whatever you need, Prompto.
Thanks, buddy.
And he wasn't going to get all teary eyed, he wasn't going to change his mind and head to the portalocity office right then and there, he was going to just go back to his video games and blow the shit out of some stuff, before heading out to the shooting range and blowing the shit out of some stuff there. And then cuddle all the puppies tomorrow, followed by whole weeks of blowing the shit out of some stuff back home.
Perfect plan, really.
It was going to be okay.
[[ I am clearly taking advantage of my day off while I can. door and post are open! ]]
He still felt pretty antsy about everything, though, to feel entirely comfortable getting behind a gun right now. But he figured some mindless video games would be a good way to clear his mind, and it was actually working pretty well before his phone started buzzing to alert him to a new text message.
From Noct.
U OK?
Amazing how just three letters could fill a person with such a firm and distinct sense of dread and forebodding.
yeah. y?
Prompto did not like the stretch of time that existed before a response came in.
Got a message yesterday from one of your friends saying you had a real bad weekend. 'Tragically rough' she said.
Well. That definitely helped Prompto get an idea of exactly which supposed friend had gone and sent messages back home, and was just going to let his avatar die a horrible bloody, fiery death right now while he tried to figure out exactly what he thought about that.
She said she'd like to come visit, too, Noctis contined, that your hoes need to meet your bros...
she SAID that????????
Murder. So much murder, Nina. Like, literally, all the murder.
Yeah, she did. You think you'll bring them with you over the break? We can make arrangements.
No. That was a big, fat, emphatic no, one he hoped Noct could feel through the phone. Not this time. Too much work to do. And i'll explain everything later promise. But i think i might head out tomorrow after work, if that's cool. i'll have to come back for graduation but...
He took a long moment, debating on whether or not to include the next part.
I think I really just need to be home for a bit.
The swiftness of the reply was almost as encouraging as the reply itself: Whatever you need, Prompto.
Thanks, buddy.
And he wasn't going to get all teary eyed, he wasn't going to change his mind and head to the portalocity office right then and there, he was going to just go back to his video games and blow the shit out of some stuff, before heading out to the shooting range and blowing the shit out of some stuff there. And then cuddle all the puppies tomorrow, followed by whole weeks of blowing the shit out of some stuff back home.
Perfect plan, really.
It was going to be okay.
[[ I am clearly taking advantage of my day off while I can. door and post are open! ]]