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Prompto had returned to Fandom in the wee morning hours of that Sunday, slipping by room 221 to leave a package all done up to look like it really had been airshipped overnight from Insomnia, and then he went to his room to hide out for a bit. He killed some time with video games, but he didn't check in on his kitty farm yet, because that could raise some flags. Had to be low key. He wasn't here, he was a ghost, just had to wait out the hours until that wedding was in full swing and hopefully, Nina and Vette were gone, so he could slip back downstairs and to the scene of his crime-to-be.
Dragging with him a very large and surpringly heavy duffel bag and a few tools that he'd need to set this all up.
He paused, listening carefully at the door for any sign of activity from within that wasn't sleepy-kitty or jelly-daemon related. All quiet. Good. Eeeexcellent. So he got to work on picking the lock, wishing his was better at it because it was going to be kind of awkward explaining this to anyone who might come out into the hallway unless everyone was at the wedding. But he got in, and he slipped in quickly, and he looked around to hush Foomy and Miss Dozy with a finger to his lips (unnecessary, really; Foomy was just sort of burbling a hello and Miss Dozy was sleeping, of course), and then he got to work.
Vette had said she wanted traps, didn't she?
And so it began.
Cackling to himself, Prompto slipped back out into the hallway, heading back up to his room, where all he had to do now was wait for them to get back, and watch it all enfold thanks to the little lipstick camera he'd included because this? Was going to be glorious and not to be missed.
[[ room modded and boobytrapped with permission! Mostly for the girls and their nice little junk mail glitter bomb, but, hey, if anyone wants to snag him in the hall before he's gone, I'm for it! but SP because I have the ever awesome and excting ~inventory~ tonight ]]
Dragging with him a very large and surpringly heavy duffel bag and a few tools that he'd need to set this all up.
He paused, listening carefully at the door for any sign of activity from within that wasn't sleepy-kitty or jelly-daemon related. All quiet. Good. Eeeexcellent. So he got to work on picking the lock, wishing his was better at it because it was going to be kind of awkward explaining this to anyone who might come out into the hallway unless everyone was at the wedding. But he got in, and he slipped in quickly, and he looked around to hush Foomy and Miss Dozy with a finger to his lips (unnecessary, really; Foomy was just sort of burbling a hello and Miss Dozy was sleeping, of course), and then he got to work.
Vette had said she wanted traps, didn't she?
And so it began.
Cackling to himself, Prompto slipped back out into the hallway, heading back up to his room, where all he had to do now was wait for them to get back, and watch it all enfold thanks to the little lipstick camera he'd included because this? Was going to be glorious and not to be missed.
[[ room modded and boobytrapped with permission! Mostly for the girls and their nice little junk mail glitter bomb, but, hey, if anyone wants to snag him in the hall before he's gone, I'm for it! but SP because I have the ever awesome and excting ~inventory~ tonight ]]