hashtag_chocobro | Room 303; Late Thursday Morning [04/18].

Right. Classes were done for the semester for Prompto, his room wasn't covered in ketchup anymore, he was mostly planning on sticking around for graduation because, duh, obviously he wasn't going to miss his girlfriend graduating (although at the same time, no, please don't, like, ohgods, what was going to even happen now?), but he wondered if he should stick around for the whole week before then, or, like, head back home for training early, get in more work, take a break to come back for the weekend, and then back to Insomnia again until the start of the next semester. That...was easily the best plan, he felt, and he knew going back and forth wasn't much of a problem for him. He'd have to make sure it worked with Noct, though, and, in the meantime, he'd just hit the shooting range here as much as he could, get in some work here before really hitting the ground running with the boyos.

He still felt pretty antsy about everything, though, to feel entirely comfortable getting behind a gun right now. But he figured some mindless video games would be a good way to clear his mind, and it was actually working pretty well before his phone started buzzing to alert him to a new text message.

From Noct.

U OK?

Amazing how just three letters could fill a person with such a firm and distinct sense of dread and forebodding.

yeah. y?

Prompto did not like the stretch of time that existed before a response came in.

Got a message yesterday from one of your friends saying you had a real bad weekend. 'Tragically rough' she said.

Well. That definitely helped Prompto get an idea of exactly which supposed friend had gone and sent messages back home, and was just going to let his avatar die a horrible bloody, fiery death right now while he tried to figure out exactly what he thought about that.

She said she'd like to come visit, too, Noctis contined, that your hoes need to meet your bros...

she SAID that????????

Murder. So much murder, Nina. Like, literally, all the murder.

Yeah, she did. You think you'll bring them with you over the break? We can make arrangements.

No. That was a big, fat, emphatic no, one he hoped Noct could feel through the phone. Not this time. Too much work to do. And i'll explain everything later promise. But i think i might head out tomorrow after work, if that's cool. i'll have to come back for graduation but...

He took a long moment, debating on whether or not to include the next part.

I think I really just need to be home for a bit.

The swiftness of the reply was almost as encouraging as the reply itself: Whatever you need, Prompto.

Thanks, buddy.

And he wasn't going to get all teary eyed, he wasn't going to change his mind and head to the portalocity office right then and there, he was going to just go back to his video games and blow the shit out of some stuff, before heading out to the shooting range and blowing the shit out of some stuff there. And then cuddle all the puppies tomorrow, followed by whole weeks of blowing the shit out of some stuff back home.

Perfect plan, really.

It was going to be okay.

[[ I am clearly taking advantage of my day off while I can. door and post are open! ]]

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"That makes sense," she said, leaning forward a bit and finding that, yeah, her smile, while not as brilliant as usual didn't feel wrong either. It felt right. "Like, honestly, Prompto. You should have just said that's why you were so worried about keeping your spot."

Did it really have anything to do with friendship when he had to earn his spot on a team? She didn't think so, except, perhaps that it was friendship that had gotten him the chance to try for the team in the first place.

"So, like, while you're there you need to work on working with them, but here--you can work to make yourself stronger and more qualified and, if you want... I'm sure people here will help train you or train with you. Even if, like, it's just a matter of keeping you company while you study." Nina was a champ at research, Prompto.

Yeah. Sure, Nina. That was totally the reason why he was worried and the only reason. Yup. Uh-huh. Sure.

He could try to run with that.

Prompto gave a faint grin back. "If it's anything to do with keeping me company while I"m studying, you're definitely out. I wouldn't get any work done."

It was, at least, a reason that made sense, darnit!

"I don't know what you're talking about," Nina said loftily. "I grew up in a school!!!!!!! I'm good at studying!!!!!!!!!"

"You might be," Prompto allowed, "but I'm sure not, and you," he pointed a finger at her, "have distraction written all over you."

And trouble.

A whole ton of that there, too.

"I would never distract you," she said, with total earnestness which was ruined almost immediately by her giggling.

Because yes, yes she would. Or he'd get bored and start talking to her and that way would lead to a lot of distraction and trouble.

"I can run with you, if you'd like," she offered instead. "Vette would be more help with your guns, I think, though since I'm more of a close combat sort of person." Or a fry them with magic sort of person. Nina was pretty adaptable but she didn't have any long-range weapons. "But then, if you're okay with... everything, for now, I guess we could just... ask her, if you wanted?????????? Like, we could still do lunch???????????? The three of us???????????"

Well, he and Yang had sort of a running thing going on already, but Prompto wasn't so inept as to go and mention that just as things were starting to finally turn back around. Buf if she was leaving after she graduated...

"I'm sure we'll figure something out," he allowed, his grin gaining a little more warmth and a whole lot of relief. "But figuring out lunch first sounds good. I mean, if you'd still want to..."

Yeahno, for the love of god, best not to mention that.

Nina had, overall, been very good about not opinioning about Yang and his relationship with her but, really, talking about that would only make it worse. She knew her crush was horribly unrequited but that would just be mean.

In her own way, Nina was doing her very best to be considerate of his dating life while mourning her own feelings for him.

She brightened.

"Yes!!!!!!!!!! I still want to!!!!!!!! Especially since you're leaving tomorrow oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Well, I am going to be back!" Prompto reminded her, but he laughed, because it felt so much better to just laugh and not talk about all that stuff anymore and, gods, he felt exhausted. "But I can totally see why you'd want to celebrate not having to see this mug for a good solid week."

"Rude!!!!!!!! I wouldn't celebrate that!!!!!!!!!!!!"

But she was laughing too.

"Maybe, like, I'll grab Vette and we'll go on a totally rad vacation and send you all the selfies of us having loads of fun, though, so you don't forget us!!!!!!!!!!!"

Because that was, in fact, a horrible niggling worry of hers.

"Like I could ever forget you guys even if I tried," Prompto snorted, and the nice thing about that one was, even if they weren't there physically, it was definitely true that they'd always be there in his heart, even if it hurt like hell.

But that did give him an idea. "If you do," he told her, "I expect my phone to pretty much die from all the selfies you sent me." And then his grin sharpened a little. "Want I should send some of my training? When, of course, we're not working on super specail secret Crownguard stuff, anyway."

"Is there super, secret Crownguard stuff??????????" Because, well, Nina loved secrets. "And oh my gosh, yes, you have to send pictures!!!!!!!!!!!! As many as you can!!!!!!!!!!!"

A beat.

"And, like, pictures of your bros too!!!!!!! Have they seen pictures of us??????? If so, that's totally unfair!!!!!!!!!!!"

If there was super secret Crownsguard stuff, Prompto was pretty sure it wouldn't take his pictures for Nina to know about it.

"Yeah, well," said Prompto, "life's not fair. Noct so happens to be my most dedicated photo viewer out there. But don't worry; I'll try to make up for lost time. I'm sure they'll have objections, but half the time, they don't even notice me taking the pictures when I do."

He was that good. He could take pictures of himself mid-battle. It was logic-defying.

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The first time Nina set foot in Insomnia she was basically going to wander off the moment everyone's eyes were off of her and go prying, why yes. And shopping, probably, because that was also fun.

"Life should be fair," she said, grinning, "at least, in my favour!!!!!!!!!!"

That wasn't fair at all, Nina.

"How do they not notice you taking pictures though???????????"

The shopping would be insane, Nina, Prompto could not even begin to tell you....

"~~Totally logical game mechanics, really~~ I'm just that good," said Prompto, who smirked faintly as he held up his phone, featuring a quick snapshot of Nina that he'd literally just taken.

It wasn't a great shot, no, but the point was that he'd gotten it.

Nina blinked.

"That's... that's really impressive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Also a crying shame that he wasn't spy material.

Even with that skill, the majority of those attempted spy photos would be either useless or just awkward close-ups of bushes.

But Prompto grinned, shrugged his shoulders. "Gotta be good at something, right? How about we go see what kind of shots I can get of this so-called lunch..."

"You're supposed to eat lunch, not take pictures of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina laughed. "But I'll race you to the scrapyard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She was going to steal a head start on that too, bolting out the door.

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