hashtag_chocobro | 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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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.

Room 401; Thursday Morning [03/28].

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