Room 303; Saturday Morning [04/13].

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Barely even aware that this was the complete opposite of nearly every single on his his peers, Prompto felt as though everything about the last week was nothing shy of amazing. Incredible. It had been like some hazy-dream fog that he half thought couldn't even be real, and it had all culminated into...this. Honestly, when he woke up that morning, he was pretty sure it all was a dream, it had to have been, there was no possible stinkin' way...

He even went as far as to grunt in disappointment, then moved to roll over to his back to just sort of stare at the ceiling and brood about it for a little while until he managed to drag himself out of bed for his morning run. At least it had been a nice dream, a great one, though he might have a little trouble looking Yang in the eye when he saw her next.

...which...was...right now, he discovered as he rolled over and rolled into her. And then his brain did a sharp jerk in the other direction because, holy shit, it wasn't a dream at all, it actually happened. After the dance, they went up to his room, and...and...

Holy shit.

It was way too early for Prompto's brain to even begin to process this right now.

But just you wait, Prompto. Just you wait, because that wasn't even the half of it.

[[ a room post? for another person in a bed and a tiny to-be-arriving visitor? On this weekend?? Surely, you jest! But yes, for the girl, and that other girl, but not Girl. And open after that, if anyone wants, why the heck not? ]]

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[misshapen_spark]

The reality was waaaaaaaaay better than the dream. Congrats, Prompto, you nailed the Prom Queen. Repeatedly, even.

Yang sleepily yawned and stretched, not quite awake, and snuggled into him. "C'mon, cowboy, five more minuets. We don't gotta go on a run today."

'Cause of all the cardio last night, you know.

[little_spark]

And Prompto, who needed very little convincing in that respect right now, actually might have said something to that effect if it weren't for one, small thing.

One small, blonde, eight-year-old thing, to be exact. How did she get there? How did she even know where to go? Please. You didn't ask a Long Argentum...the Long Argentum!...a question like that. She just did, because she was awesome, clearly. And she'd also had a lot of practice sneaking up on her parents because it was just another way to impliment her excellent training.

They were clearly still distracted; that was good. That was very good; they didn't even know she was there as she crept up to the edge of the bed, took a hold of the corner of the blanket, aaaaaannnnd....

"RISE AND SHINE, IT'S TRAINING TIIIIIME!" Lucy shouted as she yanked the blanket away with all her strength, and then immediately went into a piercing shriek, dropping the blanket again and turning away with her hands covering her eyes. "AHHHHH! NAAAAKED!"

...which actually happened often when she did this, but some lessons were harder learned than others.

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto, who was not naked, thank you very much; he'd put his boxers on at some point, still being way too self-conscious even after everything that happened last night to feel entirely comfortable sleeping in the buff, still scrambled around like he was, startled out of what was a very pleasant (though head-trippy) moment to very loud shouting and a disappearance of a blanket. He reached for the blanket to tug it right back into the place, looking around to find out where the hell the fire was, but only finding a little pigtailed girl in the room.

Uh...

...what?

"...Yaaang?"

His brain was not handling all this whiplash very well at aaaaallll.

[misshapen_spark]

"FUCK."

Yang was out of bed and in a defensive stance -- and, yes, naked. TOTALLY naked, without even her bracelets -- before her brain processed what was going on.

Once it did, she relaxed, walking over to pick up Prompto's discarded shirt from last night and shrug it on. It was long enough to be only mostly-scandalous, and she'd find some of his boxers in a movement. "Stay there with your hands over your eyes if you don't like naked," she said crossly.

She glanced over at Prompto apologetically. "Uh, babe, did your big sib ever warn you about what happens post-prom?"

[little_spark]

"I don't understand why you guys just don't believe in pajamas!" Lucy protested. And she was very much going to stay there with her hands over her eyes until she got the go ahead that it was safe, yes.

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Which was...all...very confusing to Prompto right now, on an already confusing morning, and he looked for a moment from Yang to the little kid and back to Yang again since both of them seemed to have way more of an idea of what was going on that he did.

"Uhhh, no?"

In Sabine's defense, there was a good chance no one told her, either.

Prompto scooted over in the bed a little so that he could reach for and grab a shirt, too, and maybe be a little bit mad over how this situation was not allowing him to appreciate how great Yang looked in his shirt as he would have liked to. "But...I mean...usually this sort of thing doesn't happen....uh, instantaneously like this."

Ironic, coming from you, Clone Boy.

"...does it?"

Because if this was how it worked on Earth, Earth was about to lose a lot of its cool points right now. A lot.

[misshapen_spark]

"Only at Fandom," Yang joked, going over to his dresser to steal some pants of some sort. "Sooooooo...usually after a week like last week, around this time of year, Fandom likes to send kids from possible or alternate futures to run around for a weekend and make people hope their condoms worked."

YANG THERE IS A KID IN THE ROOM.

"This is the first time I've ever had one, thought." Yang looked over at the kid, who looked a LOT like she had as a kid. "What's your name, Princess Pigtails?"

She only sounded calm and collected. Yang was mentally flipping out.

[little_spark]

Well, at least one of them was holding their shit together, because Prompto very clearly could not.

And Lucy had listened to that very, very carefully, frowning, because she knew where her parents had met was a little whackado, but that sounded pretty crazy.

And she grew up in worlds filled with Grimms and daemons, sooooo....even at eight, she was kind of an expert on crazy.

"Wait," she said, whipping around, and if they weren't ready yet, then, oh, well, they needed to pick up the pace here, especially if they were going to be talking about stuff like this. "So, you're like my parents, but in the past?"

She narrowed her eyes to give them a good look, and, yeah, that definitely seemed to check out. Her dad, especially, looked, like super scrawny and where even was his beard? She almost seemed to be asking her mom what she'd even been thinking as she glanced back toward her.

"I'm Lucy," she finally offered. "Lucy Long Argentum." Though they might have been able to figure out that part. "I like Princess Pigtails, though! That. You can call me that."

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"...Lucy," Prompto repeated, a bit distantly, still trying desperately to wrap his head around this, which wasn't very easy at all. He wasn't sure what he felt more inclined to do, just goggle at Yang for more information since she actually seemed to know what was going on here, or goggle at Lucy because, holy shit, this was apparently his and Yang's kid? In like, the future? Did that mean they'd be together in the future? And, like, married? When? How long until that happened? And they'd have a daughter! And she was...so...stinking....cute, he just wanted to smush her adorable little face and like, take her shopping or something, ohmygod, could they go shopping?

...focus, Prompto. Maybe figure a little bit of this out first before you go spoiling the living daylights out of a kid you just met?

[misshapen_spark]

And don't use that 'm' word around your girlfriend, unless you wanted an ex-girlfriend.

"Yeah, we're, like, tiny versions of your parents," Yang said, as she stole a pair of boxes out of Prompto's dresser and put them on. "Welcome to Fandom or whatever."

[little_spark]

Hey, that 'm' word was safely tucked away into the narrative, where it would absolutely remain deeply buried if Prompto had anything to do with it.

"Cool!" Lucy decided and, since clothes were finally established, she also decided to take a flying leap for the bed, giving Prompto just barely enough time to move so that his legs didn't get crushed by an overly eager launched child who looked at his with a bright smile and shining eyes that just pretty much ruined him for life before she turned that same look on Yang. "So what're we gonna do? Are there things to beat up? Where's the puppies? Where's the weapons? Can we go shopping? Play video games? Where's breakfast? Do you have any Cup Noodles? If you're really my dad," she gave Prompto's leg a skeptical poke, "you should definitely have Cup Noodles."

[misshapen_spark]

"Cup Noodles isn't breakfast food!"

PROMPTO! What are you teaching this child?

[hashtag_chocobro]

Okay, so Lucy had just said a whole bunch of stuff that definitely would be things he'd imagine a kid of his (and YANG's, whaaaat?) would be saying, a concept that was so incredibly wild that his brain gave up completely on trying to grasp it and just surrendered to the insanity.

Which meant chuckling and shrinking back a little sheepishly at that look from Yang.

"You're right," he said, clearing his throat and straightening, adopting the very serious face that this discussion obviously required. "It isn't a breakfast food."

SLIGHT pause.

"It's an anytime food!"

"Yeah!" Lucy agreed enthusiastically, falling into a fit of giggles.

[misshapen_spark]

"No, it's 'I've been in the field three weeks and this is what I packed' food," Yang said, throwing up her hands. "But, I mean, if I'm the only one who's going to go have pancakes and bacon and eggs and waffles... Guess that's more for me..."

[little_spark]

"Oooh, no," said Lucy almost immediately, crawling off the bed and moving toward Yang as a very clean show of Proper Breakfast Solidarity. "Sorry, Dad. I'm siding with Mom on this one."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"I think," Prompto admitted, giving the two of them a grin that he didn't realize was even half as dopey as it actually was, "siding with Mom on most things is going to be a first step in the right direction."

[misshapen_spark]

"When it comes to food, always trust in Yang," she joked, giving both of them a wink. "I make a mean waffle."

Yang leaned over to pick up Lucy and lift her up to sit on Yang's shoulders. "Come on then, Pigtails and Cowboy, we got some cooking to do."