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hashtag_chocobro) wrote2019-04-26 06:37 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote2019-04-26 06:37 am
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Room 303; Friday Afternoon [04/26].
Prompto had known what he was going in for when he decided to take a whole week of intense training back home; it was actually what he'd been looking for and, sure enough, he felt a million times better because of it, though he was definitely thoroughly exhausted. It didn't really catch up with him, though, until some of the adreniline faded, and it hit him almost like brick wall once he got back to the island and back to his room, and there was his bed and his soft kitty facce pillow waiting for him. He threw his bags off to the side unceremoniously, just about nearly called out to Girl to have her provide her excellent puppy-pillow services before remembering right, no Girl, she's with Zack again and feeling a little pang of sadness over that.
But that pang of sadness was washed away by relief as he went over to the bed, turned around so he could drop down onto it on his back, and let out the most decompressing sigh ever, pulling that cat pillow in close. It was weird, really, how used to this place he'd gotten, how much more comfortable it felt to be back here than in his own home back in Insomnia. He had barely even gone home, really, spent most of his time at Noctic's place, which was more comfortable than home, too. Home was just sad and empty; turns out the trip lined up perfectly with some business his parents had elsewhere. He managed to catch them for a little bit one morning before they left, but then that was that.
The work with the boys had been good, though. Really good, actually; he threw himself into it completely like he'd been planning and he actually felt like he'd accomplished something. Gladio even seemed impressed, and that was, like, ultimate right there. So it was good, and he had the opportunity to go back again next week, but he was starting to feel like maybe he'd stick around here after all. He still wasn't quite sure what Yang's plans for after graduation were; he was almost too afraid to ask. So it would be nice to make the most out of what little time they still had left.
Right now, though, he figured he should at least make an appearance at work, if only for the half-day, because why not get the chance to fit some puppies in? His week had been tragically lacking in puppies. So just a little half-day. He just had to get back up again, but, man, this was so comfortable, and he was still so sore from all that work, and if he closed his eyes for just a minute, he could maybe nap off some of the portal-lag, and then he'd go...
...go right to sleep, maybe. Because bed comfy, Prompto tiiiiiired.
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But that pang of sadness was washed away by relief as he went over to the bed, turned around so he could drop down onto it on his back, and let out the most decompressing sigh ever, pulling that cat pillow in close. It was weird, really, how used to this place he'd gotten, how much more comfortable it felt to be back here than in his own home back in Insomnia. He had barely even gone home, really, spent most of his time at Noctic's place, which was more comfortable than home, too. Home was just sad and empty; turns out the trip lined up perfectly with some business his parents had elsewhere. He managed to catch them for a little bit one morning before they left, but then that was that.
The work with the boys had been good, though. Really good, actually; he threw himself into it completely like he'd been planning and he actually felt like he'd accomplished something. Gladio even seemed impressed, and that was, like, ultimate right there. So it was good, and he had the opportunity to go back again next week, but he was starting to feel like maybe he'd stick around here after all. He still wasn't quite sure what Yang's plans for after graduation were; he was almost too afraid to ask. So it would be nice to make the most out of what little time they still had left.
Right now, though, he figured he should at least make an appearance at work, if only for the half-day, because why not get the chance to fit some puppies in? His week had been tragically lacking in puppies. So just a little half-day. He just had to get back up again, but, man, this was so comfortable, and he was still so sore from all that work, and if he closed his eyes for just a minute, he could maybe nap off some of the portal-lag, and then he'd go...
...go right to sleep, maybe. Because bed comfy, Prompto tiiiiiired.
[[ door and post are open! ]]