hashtag_chocobro | Room 303; Saturday Afternoon [05/25].

Well, this week had been one hell of a ride, hadn't it? Prompto always did have a problem with getting all wrapped up in his own head sometimes, but last weekend and the events that followed meant that he'd been mired in even deeper than usual. And, in light of certain events, he found himself in a situation where he couldn't just ignore and avoid certain people for their own damn good. Which meant that he'd have to do the other thing to do when things got like this, the thing he didn't really like to have to do, the thing he tried to avoid at all costs, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was the right thing to do.

He really needed to talk about it.

And since treats always made talks easier, he remembered an unfulfilled idea to go get milkshakes at some point and latched onto that. Of course, getting around the island was a pain in the ass for nearly everyone except Sidon, and while the thought of commandeering Sidon for a trip had crossed his mind, he didn't even know whether any of the good milkshake spots in town were flooded or not, and he didn't want to bother with figuring it out when he could just make milkshakes himself and his room would be more private for all this crap, anyway. So, with more trouble than there should have been (he decided to blame class yesterday, somehow. After blending all those CDs, blending milk and ice cream and fruit seemed suspiciously smooth-going), he managed to make one strawberry one for Nina and one banana one (he was going for a yellow color, which he did not really get, but whatever), found fancy glasses to put them in, even whipped cream and a cherry (thanks, mysteriously accommodating refrigerator!), and then brought them back to his room where he could take a picture and send her a text:

If you're not up here in five minutes, I'm totally drinking your milkshake.

He figured that would do the trick, so he settled in comfortably on the floor, leaning against his bed, contemplating sending her a picture every minute or so with a little bit of her shake sipped away each time to prove that he was serious.

[[ mostly for the one, but can be open if anyone wants to swing by after Nina! And the fact that they met to talk about stuff is a-okay, but if the nitty-gritty deets of the convo could be NFB, I'd greatly appreciate it, squirrels! ]]

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Man, Prompto, there were so many ways that plan of yours could have backfired. What if Nina had been out in town? What if she'd been napping? Or what if she simply hadn't had her phone on her?

Though that one, at least, alright, was unlikely to happen. Nina had taken to that bit of tech like, er, a fish to water and her phone was her most favourite tool in this world. (Though her tablet was trying to convince her otherwise.)

And, in any case, all Nina had been doing with her Saturday had been lounging around stealing cookies out of the snack drawer she and Vette had, and exploiting her new library card to borrow all the books. Well. Not all of them. But it certainly felt that way as she read and read and read.

So Prompto's text was read, like, half a second after he sent it and, with a yelp of complete indignation at the very thought of him drinking this milkshake of hers, Nina was up and moving and it was only on the stairs that she wondered why he was doing this, but by then, well, there was nothing to do but keep on going.

And, like, sure. She could have knocked but if he didn't think her trying the door to see if it would open was a thing she'd do (it was totally a thing she'd do) then he deserved the despair that would bring him as she burst in on him.

And if the door was locked, well, she was pretty content to talk through the door. That was knocking enough, really, wasn't it?

"Promptoooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! What a thing to threaten!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's rude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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