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hashtag_chocobro) wrote2019-05-25 06:32 am
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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! ]]
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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"I didn't mean that part," she protested. "Though, like, it doesn't sound like a bad vacation to me............."
She was, after all, the one who'd thought it'd be great fun to spend a week in a monster infested castle SO.
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Not that he was anyone to talk, considering his summers up until recently mostly just consisted of video games, fast food, and photography.
Which wasn't bad, really, but they did seem a little lame once he'd realized just how much else there was out there to see and do.
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Was there, like, a super great vacation spot she was missing?
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For an emergency rescue, now, Nina would have zero issues asking Vette that and, she was pretty sure, Vette would do it. For an emergency.
She grinned, though, and held up her phone.
"Bet I could get us a portal to Altissia, though, no problem."
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It was totally a bribe, on Portalocity's part, to try and make her go away.
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A beat.
"This was an attempt to make me go away. It, like, did not work, but it's really nice of them??????????"
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"How long do you think you've got," he postulated, "before they realize it really isn't working and they revoke it because what's the point if you're still bothering them?"
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"I've, like, hardly bothered them since they gave it to me," she said airily. "They did give me what I wanted, after all, and so long as I keep contact with them to a minimum, I rather think they'll just leave it as is, since they don't want me to come back!!!!!!!!!!"
Nina. Nina, that was probably not a thing you should sound proud of.
"And, like, the local office here never had much to do with me????????? They just passed me on up and up and up the line. The big bosses probably do not want me barging in on another board meeting................."
Yes, she'd done that.
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And, since Prompto hadn't been there nor was he a big boss in any sense of the word, it was impossible to picture it without a chuckling a little.
"You're a certifiable menace," he informed her, "you know that?"
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She shrugged a little.
"And, I'll note, that you're stuck with me!!!!!!!!!!!!"