Room 303; Thursday Evening [12/06].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Ugh! 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.]]

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[hashtag_chocobro]

Oh, gods, they had names?

Well, he supposed they were kind of cute? Still a little weird, though.

"I'm thinking maybe these squirrels need to find some hobbies," he decided. Ones that weren't apparently shipping him and Nina, because....what? That was obviously....crazy. Wasn't it?

Yes, he decided. On so many levels...

[bookbeltof_love]

To be honest, Nina wasn't sure if Leroy had always been named that or if Paris had named him, but either way, the squirrel answered to that name, which made it his.

"I think the whole news thing is their hobby," she said, her smile going a bit rueful as she ducked her head.

It kind of hurt, to hear that, even though she'd known he wasn't that into her for a while.

"Like, imagine the amount of effort they put in????????"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"I mean, sure," Prompto shrugged a shoulder, feeling maybe a bit like avoiding it only seemed to make it stick in the air uncomfortably, but he just wasn't ready to process that sort of thing right now. "I guess so....so, what, do they just, like, keep tabs on everyone or something?"

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina paused.

"Do you... like... not listen to radio at all?????????????"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"....no?" answered Prompto, with the uncertain lilt of a person whose only answer was probably the wrong one.

[bookbeltof_love]

With a look of utter despair, Nina leaned back, draping one arm over her eyes so she didn't have to look at him.

"Prompto," she said, like the news she had to tell him was the worst news ever. "Prompto, they write everything down, in their little squirrely notes, and then they have people around the island read their notes the next day to the entire island and anyone off of it who cares to listen to the podcast. Everything you do is on radio!!!!!!!!!!!"

Unless, like, you bribed the squirrels.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Everything?"

Well, that would definitely explain why they thought he was mostly a dweeb, then, without a doubt, though he definitely had a feeling some of Nina's natural hyperbole was in effect here. Because he was pretty sure if there were squirrels writing down everything he did and putting it on some broadcast...he would be way worse off in the friend department and probably the everything-else department, too.

[bookbeltof_love]

"Well, like, we don't have to report everything, because no one really wants to listen to everyone and how often they brush their teeth or shower every day????????????" Nina offered. "But, like, the squirrels still write all that stuff down. They're always watching!!!!!!!!!"