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hashtag_chocobro) wrote2019-04-02 06:02 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote2019-04-02 06:02 am
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Room 303; Tuesday Morning [04/02].
While Prompto still sometimes missed having a roommate around (he'd spent his whole childhood by himself; it was something novel and new and nice, having a roommate, brief as it had been), there were still many benefits to having a single room that he'd come to enjoy. Uninterrupted make-out and snuggle seshes with his girlfriend. Being able to be as loud and obnoxious when playing video games and no one to look at you funny when you rage quit. Unabashedly dancing around the room in your underwear while bleating out songs into a hairbrush...
...and today, that morning, Prompto was more grateful than ever to have a single room so that the only person that would hear him whimpering and crying at the overwhelming pain in his thigh and calf muscles was Girl, who would only then come over to offer him comfort and not be judgey about it at all.
Three whole days. He had spent three whole days riding a bike around the island, thinking he was some sort of bicycle riding superhero who obviously was used to this sort of thing, but Prompto Argentum, for all he tried to work out and keep in shape and be buff, was not and he felt it. Oh, gods, did he feel it, in every single fiber of his poor, poor legs. And butt. And arms. And...oh, gods, he felt it evvverrryyywheeerrreeee.
He didn't think he was even going to make it to class today, not unless someone carried him there, and that was a total bummer, too. Bad enough he missed shopping day and pirate day because he was a puppy, now he had to miss classes again because he was practically immobilized and pretty sure he was going to just die from the pain.
On the bright side, though, he could probably skip leg day for about a month straight and still be fine.
Oh, gods, whyyyyy? Stupid bike-riding superhero!
[[ door closed, but post is def open! ]]
...and today, that morning, Prompto was more grateful than ever to have a single room so that the only person that would hear him whimpering and crying at the overwhelming pain in his thigh and calf muscles was Girl, who would only then come over to offer him comfort and not be judgey about it at all.
Three whole days. He had spent three whole days riding a bike around the island, thinking he was some sort of bicycle riding superhero who obviously was used to this sort of thing, but Prompto Argentum, for all he tried to work out and keep in shape and be buff, was not and he felt it. Oh, gods, did he feel it, in every single fiber of his poor, poor legs. And butt. And arms. And...oh, gods, he felt it evvverrryyywheeerrreeee.
He didn't think he was even going to make it to class today, not unless someone carried him there, and that was a total bummer, too. Bad enough he missed shopping day and pirate day because he was a puppy, now he had to miss classes again because he was practically immobilized and pretty sure he was going to just die from the pain.
On the bright side, though, he could probably skip leg day for about a month straight and still be fine.
Oh, gods, whyyyyy? Stupid bike-riding superhero!
[[ door closed, but post is def open! ]]