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hashtag_chocobro) wrote2022-08-09 06:58 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote2022-08-09 06:58 am
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The Hammerhead; Liede; Eos. Tuesday Morning, 10/15 758 ET [08/09 FT].
While the current rash of animal transformations that had struck Fandom Island had only lasted about a week, time was moving very differently in Eos, and it had been well over a month since Gladio had turned into his very lovely namesake flower and Prompto had been turned into a puppy. And the world may have descended into darkness and ruin for most, but puppy!Prompto? Was discovering that even the Apocalypse wasn't half bad if you were smoll and adorable and furry on four legs.
Of course, that had an awful lot to do with the fact that Cindy had, despite Ignis' best efforts to sway her away from such a thing, all but claimed the little golden retriever as her own, and that little golden retriever was certainly in no position to argue with that! And let it be known, he wasn't merely basking in the attention now doted on him by his new charge, either! He made himself useful, fetching tools for her when she needed them, chasing away imps when they got too close to the Hammerhead's enclosure, and occasionally serving as an aid to Ignis when Cindy sent him out for parts. Between the two of them, they were the best hunters for supplies around!
Yeah, life as the mechanic's new canine companion was pretty good.
Too bad that, as a puppy, Prompto definitely didn't have the foresight to know that, especially if you were him, all good things eventually came to an end. In quite possibly the worst ways ever.
Naturally, he'd taken to sleeping at the foot of Cindy's bed. And, naturally, that was exactly where he was, curled up and comfortable, when he finally actually changed back.
Needless to say, he could hardly blame Cindy for her reaction in finding an unexpected naked man curled up at the foot of her bed instead of the puppy companion she'd had for the last month and a half. He was just really glad she recognized him once she'd flipped on the light, before she threw the wrench at him after kicking him off the bed to the floor.
"Well, I'll be damned," she murmured, wrench still lifted over her shoulder, although she relaxed her grip on it slightly, her eyes wide and staring. "Specs was right that whole time! That was you!"
Feeling as though his entire face was red, quite possibly his entire body, Prompto was all but paralyzed by mortification. "Why would he just make something like that up?" he found himself asking, somewhat desperately, wondering if he could just will himself to just melt into the floor or if he should just go march right into a daemon den and let them take him out of his absolute misery.
"I thought he was just pullin' my leg!" Cindy insisted. "Whoever heard of a person just turning into a dog like that? And for all that time--"
Cindy cut herself off with a startled blink, her own expression of mortification surfacing. "Now, wait just a minute," she realized. "So....does that mean...that whole time....all those ear scritches....and those belly rubs...and those puppy kisses and snuggles...."
Just when Prompto didn't think his face could be any more red...
Thankfully, he was smart enough to know better than to even attempt to point out that he wasn't exactly himself when he was a puppy. He was smart enough to know that there probably wasn't anything he could say in that moment to make any of this better, and the whole disappearing into a daemon den forever sounded more appealing than ever. For once, he actually craved the darkness, to have it just swallow him up whole. So he was just going to awkwardly scoot back toward the door to lessen his exposure as he tried to stand up and reach for the handle.
"I...think...." he managed to stammer out, swallowing a hard lump in his throat somewhere in the middle of it, "I'd better....just...go..."
"I reckon," said Cindy, a certain coldness in her voice that hit Prompto even more effectively than even that wrench could have, "you ought to do exactly that."
She definitely didn't need to tell him twice, and Prompto didn't think he could hurry out that door faster, breathing out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding the whole time once he was outside of Cindy's room and leaned his shoulders on the opposite side of the door and let out a long, miserable groan.
Years of not being able to get through to Fandom, and then this is what that universe decided to let through?? SERIOUSLY???
As Prompto slid down the door and started to commiserate over how he was possibly going to be able to recover from this, on how he was never going to be able to look Cindy in the eye ever again, a more practical thought wormed its way through his misery, one that didn't make anything even remotely easier, and that was the fact that he was still, in fact, extremely naked.
And he didn't have his phone. He couldn't exactly just call Ignis, and who even knew when he'd be back around this way?
Another low groan escaped him, his head tilted back as he realized he only had one option, and it was going to be the most painful thing in the universe. But he had no other choice, and he turned a little to knock on the door behind him.
"Ermm, uh," he said. "Cindy? Um, Ms. Aurum? Ma'am?" He winced, each one of those feeling worse than the last, but also not nearly contrite enough. "I, uh, could maybe use some clothes?"
And that was how Prompto Argentum came to be splayed out on the floor of Takka's old diner wearing nothing but a very tiny pair of denim hot shorts, wondering if he would just be better off disappearing into the darkness for good instead of waiting for Ignis to show up with his actual clothes.
[[ NFI, NFB, OOC welcome, like I could refuse this once it was in my head, c'mon! ]]
Of course, that had an awful lot to do with the fact that Cindy had, despite Ignis' best efforts to sway her away from such a thing, all but claimed the little golden retriever as her own, and that little golden retriever was certainly in no position to argue with that! And let it be known, he wasn't merely basking in the attention now doted on him by his new charge, either! He made himself useful, fetching tools for her when she needed them, chasing away imps when they got too close to the Hammerhead's enclosure, and occasionally serving as an aid to Ignis when Cindy sent him out for parts. Between the two of them, they were the best hunters for supplies around!
Yeah, life as the mechanic's new canine companion was pretty good.
Too bad that, as a puppy, Prompto definitely didn't have the foresight to know that, especially if you were him, all good things eventually came to an end. In quite possibly the worst ways ever.
Naturally, he'd taken to sleeping at the foot of Cindy's bed. And, naturally, that was exactly where he was, curled up and comfortable, when he finally actually changed back.
Needless to say, he could hardly blame Cindy for her reaction in finding an unexpected naked man curled up at the foot of her bed instead of the puppy companion she'd had for the last month and a half. He was just really glad she recognized him once she'd flipped on the light, before she threw the wrench at him after kicking him off the bed to the floor.
"Well, I'll be damned," she murmured, wrench still lifted over her shoulder, although she relaxed her grip on it slightly, her eyes wide and staring. "Specs was right that whole time! That was you!"
Feeling as though his entire face was red, quite possibly his entire body, Prompto was all but paralyzed by mortification. "Why would he just make something like that up?" he found himself asking, somewhat desperately, wondering if he could just will himself to just melt into the floor or if he should just go march right into a daemon den and let them take him out of his absolute misery.
"I thought he was just pullin' my leg!" Cindy insisted. "Whoever heard of a person just turning into a dog like that? And for all that time--"
Cindy cut herself off with a startled blink, her own expression of mortification surfacing. "Now, wait just a minute," she realized. "So....does that mean...that whole time....all those ear scritches....and those belly rubs...and those puppy kisses and snuggles...."
Just when Prompto didn't think his face could be any more red...
Thankfully, he was smart enough to know better than to even attempt to point out that he wasn't exactly himself when he was a puppy. He was smart enough to know that there probably wasn't anything he could say in that moment to make any of this better, and the whole disappearing into a daemon den forever sounded more appealing than ever. For once, he actually craved the darkness, to have it just swallow him up whole. So he was just going to awkwardly scoot back toward the door to lessen his exposure as he tried to stand up and reach for the handle.
"I...think...." he managed to stammer out, swallowing a hard lump in his throat somewhere in the middle of it, "I'd better....just...go..."
"I reckon," said Cindy, a certain coldness in her voice that hit Prompto even more effectively than even that wrench could have, "you ought to do exactly that."
She definitely didn't need to tell him twice, and Prompto didn't think he could hurry out that door faster, breathing out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding the whole time once he was outside of Cindy's room and leaned his shoulders on the opposite side of the door and let out a long, miserable groan.
Years of not being able to get through to Fandom, and then this is what that universe decided to let through?? SERIOUSLY???
As Prompto slid down the door and started to commiserate over how he was possibly going to be able to recover from this, on how he was never going to be able to look Cindy in the eye ever again, a more practical thought wormed its way through his misery, one that didn't make anything even remotely easier, and that was the fact that he was still, in fact, extremely naked.
And he didn't have his phone. He couldn't exactly just call Ignis, and who even knew when he'd be back around this way?
Another low groan escaped him, his head tilted back as he realized he only had one option, and it was going to be the most painful thing in the universe. But he had no other choice, and he turned a little to knock on the door behind him.
"Ermm, uh," he said. "Cindy? Um, Ms. Aurum? Ma'am?" He winced, each one of those feeling worse than the last, but also not nearly contrite enough. "I, uh, could maybe use some clothes?"
And that was how Prompto Argentum came to be splayed out on the floor of Takka's old diner wearing nothing but a very tiny pair of denim hot shorts, wondering if he would just be better off disappearing into the darkness for good instead of waiting for Ignis to show up with his actual clothes.
[[ NFI, NFB, OOC welcome, like I could refuse this once it was in my head, c'mon! ]]