Room 401; Thursday Morning [03/28].

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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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[misshapen_spark]

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."

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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.

[misshapen_spark]

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."

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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.

[misshapen_spark]

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.

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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!

[misshapen_spark]

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.