Prompto's Voicemail.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"~~Prompto's phone~~! But, aw, man, bummer! You probably juuuust missed me! But don't sweat it, dude, just leave me a message! I'll try to get back to you faster than you can say 'chocobo.' Haha, okay, so maybe not that fast, but you get what I mean. See ya!"

**BEEEP!**

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[hashtag_chocobro]

There was a long hesitation on the other line, as Prompto debated the levels of his curiosity against his own memory of some of those threats Liliana had been making.

She seemed to have calmed down? So maybe it'd be worth a shot.

"...can I ask why not?"

Sure, he could guess, but....

[deathsmajesty]

"I..."

Look, don't you remember how hard it had been to admit over text that Ignis lived with her? And now you wanted her to say, with her actual voice, that this was all in service to create something said in idle conversation not even a full month into their...however they wanted to define that part of their relationship, since clearly 'dalliance' certainly no longer fit.

"There was...a discussion. Once. About such things. And I...well. It seemed. Appropriate. To...you know, for the upcoming holiday..."

Was there one? Probably! Look, November and December had been chock full of holidays. Surely they had sprinkled others about the rest of the calendar!

[hashtag_chocobro]

"....Cinco de Mayo?"

[deathsmajesty]

"...Sure." She knew what that meant! She had no idea why it was a holiday, but she knew what the words meant! "Celebramos el Cinco de Mayo con un buen paseo."

There. Surely the Spanish made it sound more legitimate.

[hashtag_chocobro]

Well, it wasn't like Prompto was in any position to refute or doubt any of it!

"Uh-huh," he said, more amused than anything else. "But don't worry, Liliana. Your secret is safe with me."

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana's expression turned sour. She was fairly certain that Prompto wasn't buying this at all and, quite honestly, she couldn't blame him. She probably wouldn't have either.

"Yes well. Thank you. For that. And also the...help." Gaia, she had never needed quite so much help as she had since moving to this miserable little island on a plane in the middle of nowhere. She was getting steadily more pugnacious about this, both wanting to do this and also hating every moment of it as each new moment apparently brought new indignities. "Well, I'm going to finish my walk home now. And so just. Let me know. Whenever this is. Yes. Goodbye, Prompto."

And then she hung up immediately. It wasn't the equivalent of fleeing the conversation, she was being efficient.