"Positive," Prompto assured her, closing the dresser drawer and pulling on some shorts. "You've been practically managing a zoo around here this last week, it's the least I could do now that I'm not all fluffy, four-legged, and canine."
He pulled on his shirt next, and then threw Liz a quick wink before just sighing happily at the vision of her there on the bed, which was almost enough to distract him entirely from the task at hand if it weren't for Noctra's continual reminder of what he was doing outside of that bed and not practically attached to his wife for all it was worth right now.
"BRB," he assured her, before slipping out and over to the nursery, where his soothing tone and teasing questions toward his daughter as he picked her up out of the crib to settle her down would soon be filtering through the monitor as well, to...middling results, but that was fair, he'd lost a good week of impressionable face time there, but he seemed to win her over with a little bit of reassuring barks and tummy tickles.
And then his voice came through the monitor a little more directly, with a few sounds meant to impersonate static and an attempt to make his voice a little muffled as if going through a walkie-talkie instead. "Errrm, 10-4, home base, this is Papa Prompto, checking in. Happy to report, crisis averted, seems like all we've got on our hands is a cranky little lady and a dirty diaper, but we'll have that cleaned up in no time. Do you copy? Over."
Because, hi, Liz, in case you forgot during his stint as a puppy this last week, you definitely married a big nerd.
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He pulled on his shirt next, and then threw Liz a quick wink before just sighing happily at the vision of her there on the bed, which was almost enough to distract him entirely from the task at hand if it weren't for Noctra's continual reminder of what he was doing outside of that bed and not practically attached to his wife for all it was worth right now.
"BRB," he assured her, before slipping out and over to the nursery, where his soothing tone and teasing questions toward his daughter as he picked her up out of the crib to settle her down would soon be filtering through the monitor as well, to...middling results, but that was fair, he'd lost a good week of impressionable face time there, but he seemed to win her over with a little bit of reassuring barks and tummy tickles.
And then his voice came through the monitor a little more directly, with a few sounds meant to impersonate static and an attempt to make his voice a little muffled as if going through a walkie-talkie instead. "Errrm, 10-4, home base, this is Papa Prompto, checking in. Happy to report, crisis averted, seems like all we've got on our hands is a cranky little lady and a dirty diaper, but we'll have that cleaned up in no time. Do you copy? Over."
Because, hi, Liz, in case you forgot during his stint as a puppy this last week, you definitely married a big nerd.