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Room 401; Thursday Morning [03/28].

Okay, okay, okay. So maybe Prompto was getting a little concerned over the fact that he was still a dog, but let's face it. The life of a puppy in this place was good. Like, real good. So while there was maybe a little disappointment that he woke up to face another day as a canine and not as his usual human self, he got over it really quickly, because he woke up all curled up and comfy with his girlfriend, and how could that not be awesome? It could be more awesome, yes, by not being a puppy, but, hey, beggers could not be choosers, he could not complain...

And he thought, after Machu Picchu yesterday, that he'd still be pretty exhausted for about a week, but he woke up that morning with the same puppy-energy he'd had every since he turned into this smaller bundle of energy, which meant he was very quick to shift a little so that he could wake Yang up with a few gentle nudges of his nose and good-morning snuggles that got increasingly excited because it was a new day, Yang! Yang, it was time to get up! Yang, they had to go get their jog on.

Congratulations, Yang. You were a miracle worker. You somehow managed to get Prompto to actually want to and look forward to his morning runs.

After puppy snuggles, of course. Those were an important and necessary precursor to any morning runs.

[[and I'm sure you all know where this is going. For that laaaaady and that other person who lives here, too, and room totes modded with permish, yo ]]

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"UGH. Seriously, Prompto?" Yang groaned, not yet opening her eyes. "Dude. We will swing by your room and grab Girl and go for a run in, like, an hour. I promise. C'mon, we need another half hour of beauty sleep."

Was she going to reach out and try to catch a squirmy puppy and give him snuggles, without opening her eyes? Yes, yes she was.

There was not enough sleep in the world, probably, for Prompto's beauty sleep, he would be more than willing to give her that, but Yang was clearly good on that front, so nope! Nope, not gonna work. Not a good excuse at all, he had too, too much energy for his small puppy self and he needed to do something with it...

...buuuut he supposed putting it toward snuggles was not a bad second option at all. In fact, it didn't take him long after a little nuzzle to decide that this was actually the much better option.

An hour of snuggle time? Alright, then, Yang, you drove a hard bargain, but Prompto accepted your terms and conditions

Which he nuzzled into with a contented little hum from the back of his throat, which was, oddly enough, the first indication he had that it might not be a wet, cold puppy nose nudging against Yang's chin right now, but rather his own very human one instead. He blinked a little in surprise over...everything just rushing to him in realization and then an overwhelming sense of complete and utter relief.

"Ohthankgod," he breathed out, thankful that he wasn't stuck a puppy. Thankful to be back to normal finally. Thankful that it hadn't happened somewhere in public, where he'd be...

...wait a second...

...not public, sure, but still...

"Uhhh..."

Well, this was...a little awkward, now, wasn't it?

Would it be...better?...or worse?...to move right now? When in doubt, obviously, just remain frozenly clinging to your girlfriend and hope she didn't notice you were buck-ass naked.

He...was not prepared for these sorts of things.

Although, really, he'd had an armful of his best friend buck-ass naked at one point in his life, so he really, really, really should have been.

Yang just made a contented sleepy sound, fingers that had a second ago been petting nice soft puppy ears suddenly stroking his hair instead, sliding down lightly on to his neck and shoulders.

...wait.

Please hold while Yang's brain attempts to boot up properly.

"Prompto? Babe?"

Distracted for a moment, because, oh, hey, hi, there fingers in his hair...his hair, not fur, hair, and then neck and shoulders and that was...nice. Really nice. Almost nice enough to make him forget about his current situation right now...

...almost.

"Sooooo, you know that thing you were saying yesterday about changing back any day now?" he asked.

"..ta-daaaaah."

That was a thoroughly unimpressive but definitely apologetic ta-daaaaah, there

"I mean, at least we aren't still on the mountain?" she joked, now fully awake because, well. "Sooooooo...do you want welcome back kisses, privacy blankets, both, or neither?"

Oh gods her dad would flip out. Which was why he was never ever going to know.

Yes, the whole her dad not knowing thing would be good, because, despite the desperate urge to just die right now, Prompto actually did like being alive.

"Both, please," Prompto answered without even needing to think about it. "But probably in reverse order."

For your own good, Yang.

Awwww...

"I mean, if you're sure..." she teased, closing her eyes and placing one hand over them, while the other held out the top blanket for Prompto to steal. "Tell me when I can open my eyes again."

Patience was a wonderful virtue, Yang; Prompto really hoped you remembered that as managing that blanket to a satisfactory level was turning out to be a much more challenging task that it really should have been. But this was a time of crisis.

"Okay," he said, once he was a little more confident that he'd managed to scrap up at least a small bit of decency....which he was about to throw right back out the window. "Now what was that I heard about...what was it...welcome back kisses?"

Yup. Right. Out. That window.

She was being SO PATIENT. Look! She was keeping her eyes closed and covered and everything and not sneaking a peek.

THIS WAS A LOT OF SELF-RESTRAINT, OKAY?

"Welcome back kisses are totally on the menu," she replied, peeking through her fingers playfully once he gave the okay. "No shade on puppy-Prompto, but good kisses were severely lacking."

Alright, so that whole peeking through her fingers thing was officially too damn cute, especially since Yang had held back until Prompto had given the offcial okay, but all he could do was grin at her a little because he did not feel like he was in any position to do any tackling right now, no matter how much he'd like to.

"That's fair," he allowed. "Puppy-Prompto's kisses were a damn mess. I've got my work cut out for me, to protect the good name of Prompto kisses the world over."

A reputation that extended to a whole...two people.

He might not be able to tackle her, but Yang had no such reservations. If she pounced him, the blanket would probably stay in place!

Eh, worth a shot. So, Prompto had a pouncing Yang, laughing as she claimed one of those kisses.

And that kiss? Was all hers. As were the several other that would follow as soon as Prompto made damn sure that blanket was staying in place (please, blanket, he begged of you, don't make this any more weirdly awkward but also totally amazing but also super uncomfortable than it always was) before letting his hands get a little more involved in all of this like they wanted to.

Needed to, really. Because they were actually hands again, no more literally just pawing at her now!

Yes, Yang was very happy that he had hands again instead of paws. He'd had paws for a week, and THAT had been long enough!

He wasn't the only one under-dressed, though, and Yang was careful not to jostle the blanket too much -- or her tank top, for that matter -- no matter how distracting the kissing was. And thank goodness she'd worn pajama pants to bed!

She might have had all the subtlety of a train wreck, but Yang wasn't stupid. She'd picked up on the fact that Prompto was self-conscious, and the last thing she wanted was to make him uncomfortable.

A little later, probably not making things better, Breq opened the door, returning from her morning walk. She was carrying a mug and a teapot, and pushed down the handle with her elbow and nudged the door open with her foot.

"Oh," she said, remembering to smile. "You're back do normal. Tea?"

She could get another mug for herself later.

Aaaaand there when that hope, that it was Yang returning with some clothes when the door opened. Prompto had had a lot of rising and crashing hopes in his life before, but this one was definitely going to be on the top of the list, and he shifted a little where he sat as if the blankets could manage to cover him even more than they already would.

"Heeeeeeeeey, Breeeeeq," he said, slowly, eyes going nearly everywhere but her as if she were the one without any clothes instead of him or something, rubbing his wrists a little self-consciously over where his barcode was. Forget the clothes. Someone just get him a pair of gloves or something. Some wristbands. Slap-on bracelets. Anything! "Ummm. Suuuuure?"

She'd asked like walking into your room and offering tea to naked guys on your roommate's bed was a totally normal thing and that smile...It was amazing, really, how Prompto's face always managed to find whole new shades of red for nearly every occassion.

"Yang's getting me some clothes right now," he added, after a moment, as the thought jerked into his brain and figuring he probably owed Breq an explanation. It wasn't, like, he was planning on making a habit out of just hanging out in their room buck-ass naked or anything. Especially not when, you know, he had his own room where he could do that in...

Of course Breq was aware that Prompto felt awkward about the situation, but the best she could do was to act normal, wasn't it? It wasn't like she hadn't seen people naked before.

"Oh, good. It's annoying how you end up naked when transforming back. I've been an armadillo twice now, and ended up anked on the floor."

She poured a cup of tea and held it out to Prompto.

"You were a cute puppy, though."

That was teasing.

Breq might have seen a million people naked before, but none of them had been Prompto, and that made a huge difference. To Prompto.

Who was being called cute by his girlfriend's cool, aloof roommate handing him tea while he had no clothes on.

Ughhhh, maybe changing back while they were at Machu Picchu yesterday would have been better, because then he could just throw himself right off the side of the damn mountain.

Pretty sure all those burning shades of red were spreading down to his otherwise probably blindingly pale chest by new, Prompto sheepishly reached out to take the mug and pulled it protectively closer as if that could cover all his embarrasment and shame and he ducked his head a little to blow on it in case it was still too hot to really drink right now when he himself felt like he was on fire from blushing.

"What's an armadillo?" he asked, in an effort to get his mind away from him being a cute puppy or Breq being naked on the floor, because, really, now, Breq, how was that detail helping anything?

"They are small mammals with a leathery skin that can roll up into a ball," Breq said. "Apparently the island thought that suited me."

She smiled. "I understand you are embarrassed, but there's really no reason to. I've seen enough people naked not to care."

That was not a good time to take a sip of that tea, but, to his credit, Prompto somehow managed to not snort tea all over Yang's bed at that last part.

He was a very sheltered young man, Breq, and he did appreciate your efforts to make him feel more comfortable, but, again, this was actually doing the opposite of helping.

"That's....cooooool," he said, once he cleared his throat and remembered how to swallow liquids. And he meant it, it was cool that she didn't care, but that didn't really get rid of the fact that he still did.

He was just going to keep focusing on that armadillo.

"I think," he offered, looking still very much not even anywhere near the vague direction of Breq, "I'd rather be a puppy than an armadillo by the sound of it, but rolling into a ball could be pretty neat."

So, better not talk about the lack of clothes at all, Breq decided. A good thing Yang was on her way with something for Prompto to wear, because even if Breq would have offered, her clothes were to small, and for all she knew they might be incorrectly gendered.

"I'm sure Yang preferred you as a puppy. I've read that armadillos can also be disease vectors, but I think I avoided that."

Honestly, Prompto wouldn't shy away from a cute skirt if it was all that was available to help him get down to his room, but he might have reservations about it if it meant going all the way to Furnado, where he imagined all his things like his keys and his phone still were from when he transformed last week.

But, yes, the armadillo was effectively distracting now. "Disease vectors?" he asked. "As in, like, they carry a bunch of diseases and spread them and stuff?"

How'd you end up with that gem of a totem, there, Breq? And did he really want to know?

"I don't think the disease part was relevant to the island's choice, since I didn't actually carry disease, but I read up on the animal later," Breq clarified. "I think it was more about the tough skin." And possibly being endangered.

"A puppy might be more fun," she added. "Did you have fun?"

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