The Apartment above the Photo Hut; Tuesday Morning [04/04].

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One of the nice things about being a puppy, really, had been the dreams. As a puppy, curled up somewhere between the foot of the bed and against Liz's side, Prompto twitched a little as he slept, deeply entrenched in a nice dream about herding chocobos. Nice, simple, happy kinds of dreams which were a strong departure from the ones he usually had, so much so that, even though he was asleep, he could tell when he'd changed back, because those dreams took a sudden, dramatic turn toward the dark that had him gasping awake, still curled up as he had been, and, of course, entirely naked.

It took him a moment, to orient himself, to register all the altered states of his being, from asleep to awake, from dream to reality, from dog to human again, to place where he was and the details of the circumstances. He couldn't help a faint grin over the fact that this transformation was likely to go much better than the last time this had happened, looking over at Liz still sleeping there and feeling pretty confident that this wasn't going to make things extremely awkward between them.

(He hoped!)

But he figured his chances on that were pretty good, and so he shifted a little, a hand gently on Liz's arm to avoid startling her too much as he started to snuggle up a little closer and whispered, "Hey, Liz. You up?"

[[ and so it begiiiiins~ for the wifey, of course! ]]

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Liz stirred slightly, she hadn’t been sleeping much the past week since she was trying to make sure she could stay awake as much as possible to be able to check on Noctra.

So it didn’t take much for her to start stirring when she felt that hand on her arm and she started to shift a little and turn her head, she opened her eyes, “Prompto?” she whispered, “is that really you?”

Was she dreaming that he was back? She really hoped this wasn't a dream, she had been missing Prompto a lot over the last week.