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Room 303; Late Wednesday Afternoon [11/20].

It was Wednesday, which was generally Prompto's big training day, since he didn't have any classes or work. Good run in the morning, some time in the weight room, the shooting range, some work with a punching bag. Then maybe one more run out to get some food to sort of justify the fact that he was too lazy to cook something and might actually want something a little more satisfying than Cup Noodle (DON'T TELL GLADIO, OMG). Quick shower, and then he and his take-out was just going to plop right into his computer chair, prop up his feet, and get to some video games.

Thrilling stuff, really. But you weren't about to hear Prompto complain about just enjoying a nice, simple, quiet day around here.

[[ or maybe not so quiet after all! Door and post are open, my friends! ]]

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Nina was super not sure what the narrative was implying!

Especially since, alas, she was quiet as a mouse, if a mouse could show up curled up on his bed, wrapped around his kitty pillow (which, hey, had been missing for a few days) with her pint of ice cream, to watch him play video games.

And, sure, she could have done that loudly and dramatically but, nope, not a peep.

Take that, narrative!

Oh, no! The narrative had been completely foisted in a truly shocking turn of events!

Just as Prompto's squad on his video game had been completely foisted by the opposing team and, in a burst of fury but mostly frustration, he let out a long groan and throwing his head back, just about throwing his controller, too (he didn't; he just settled it down in his lap). And in that sad moment of utter defeat, he frowned a little, because something felt a little...different.

He slowly turned his head toward his bed, and even though he had pretty much expected someone there, it still was a little bit of a surprise to see it. But then again, he'd gotten so used to having this place to himself for a while that he sometimes got surprised by Grog being there, and that dude wasn't sneaking up on annnyyyooooone.

"Geeeez, Nina, can you knock?"

Not that it would have done a lot of good, what with his headphones on, though he was slowly slipping those off, down around his neck. "How long have you even been there?"

"A while," she said, completely unrepentant or ashamed as she took another bite of ice cream. "And, like, your door was open?????"

That was an invitation enough, Prompto!

"Well, yeah, but still!" Prompto was arguing a little, but there wasn't much heat to it; it was a principle sort of thing at that point. "It's just polite to let someone know if you're there, you know."

Even if you were a spy!

Unless you were spying, of course, which she shouldn't be doing with him and video games, anyway, because that was kind of weird.

He thought, about the girl who literally went and got herself secretly adopted into his family.

Look, boundaries were things other people paid attention to!

"Guess, like, you've got to work on your situational awareness," she said, her heart not in the argument though she couldn't help being a bit amused. "I wasn't even trying!!!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Prompto's heart wasn't really in his eye roll, either; most of that was going into his smirk. "We get it. You're a super quiet little mouse when you want to be, I'm sure everyone's totally impressed that you were able to sneak up on a dude glued to a screen with headphones on."

Those headphones were being removed from around his neck now, though, and tossed onto the desk with his controller, so that he could roll his chair close enough to prop his feet up on his bed and nudge her knee with his toes. "So what's up, sis? Finally decided to bring my pillow back?"

She had about two days left of having stolen it before he started to bug her about it, really, and he would only be bugging her about it because it had been a gift.

And, honestly, the fact that it had been a gift was the biggest factor in her giving it back. If it had just been something he'd bought, well...

"It's comfy and soft," she said, snuggling into it. "And it's been a great comfort to me this week, with the tragedy the island is making of my love life."

Rude, island. RUDE.

Prompto's brows scrunched up a little at that, skeptically, dubiously, thinking that if anyone was going to get to complain about tragic love lives, he should be a shoe-in, but he wasn't about to bring any of that up. Ever. To pretty much anyone. At all.

"Is this because you being all wee and cute and adorable messed up your date plans with Owen?" he asked.

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And if he wasn't going to talk about it, then she wasn't going to bring it up.

Unless he made her!

"I see you're not going to be particularly full of sympathy," she said moodily.

"Oh, come on!" Prompto was allowed to laugh, it was probably in some Big Brother contract or something, right? "It's not like you guys can't just reschedule, right? I mean, it sucks that it didn't work out the way you planned and everything, but it's not exactly the end of the world, Nina.

"Or," he added quickly afterwards, "the end of your love life, either."

Nina just heaved another gloomy sigh and ate another spoonful of ice cream.

"Really?" asked Prompto, who snorted slightly. "That's all you've got to say about it, huh? Your life is ruined now, just because you had to postpone one date?"

But then he felt kind of bad about saying it like that, so he sighed a little, pushed himself off his chair, and moved so he could sit next to Nina on the bed. "Come on," he said, holding out a hand. "If you're eating ice cream on my bed, you have to at least share. And tell me what's really wrong, because you're too smart to be getting upset over something dumb like having to reschedule."

Nina made a grumbling sort of noise as he sat down but, still, in short order he was going to be offered her ice cream and also have her leaning against him.

Hopefully he liked strawberry cheesecake because that's what she'd picked.

"Shush," she said, "you're not supposed to notice that..."

Even though Wallowing in Agony was also enjoyable...

Yeah. she was enjoying that shit way too much.

And anyone who didn't like strawberry cheesecake couldn't be trust.

Prompto's smirk might have been a bit preening, though whether it was for him getting it in one or for getting his hands on that ice cream, who could tell?

He dug the spoon in and took out a decent scoop for himself before handing it back over, and nudging her slightly with his elbow.

"Yeah," he said, "you may be able to sneak in here without me noticing, but don't try sneaking any of that crap past me once you're here, missy. It does suck that you turned into a kid for your date, though, but, I mean, easy fix. And if Owen gives you crap about something like that, then screw that guy, where does he think he is?"

Not that Prompto figured Owen would, but that just proved his point that there was nothing to worry about.

"But if you want to keep moaning about how it's the worst thing to ever happen to you," he offered, "you can."

"No," she sighed, though she was smiling a bit, "not if you're going to be like that about it!!! Rude, it what you are, honestly.............."

She considered that as she took another scoop of ice cream.

"And, like, Owen's probably going to apologize........... he tends to do that a lot?????"

"Why would--" Prompto started, but then he actually thought about it as he was saying it and stoped. "Wait, no, I totally get that. It's like, when something bad happens, and you feel bad about it, but you didn't really do anything to cause it but you can't really go back and fix it, either, you just...apologize. Maybe not for the thing itself, but really, you know, because you can't fix it or something.

"But, hey," Prompto nudged her a little again, "if he apologizes, that's probably a good sign, right? Because if he didn't care, he wouldn't bother."

"Yeah, I know," she said, "but, like, he apologized for not having fancy clothes before we'd even settled on where we were going--and we were picking names out of a hat.............."

And she didn't mind, really, but she also sort of did?

"Awww," said Prompto, who might not have meant to exactly say that outloud, but there it was and he laughed a little. "I get that, too. My best friend's a prince, Nina; I've got whole complexes about fancy. But that just...that just means he'd like to, you know, impress you. Be the fancy kind of date he figures you'd want to have."

Which...considering Nina...considering her ideas and ideals and all those romance novels she was always sticking her nose into...did not seem like an easy goal to reach, really.

"You know," he ventured, "that can be a lot of pressure on a guy..."

It... it was quite literally impossible, for most people, to reach her level of expectations. ~~Although, Sidon...~~

Nina thought about that.

"But, like, I asked him out," she said, "and, like, I know what he's like so, like, wouldn't the him I like enough to ask out have been a clue that it's... okay, really, that he's not like all my dreams????"

"I mean," Prompto said after a moment, shifting a little out of general discomfort, "I obviously don't know Owen that well, so I can't really speak for him or anything, but if it were me? I'd still want to try to at least get close to that dream, y'know? And then probably be nervous about messing it up."

"That's............."

She didn't actually know how to feel about that, especially as it related to her being someone with anything anyone wanted to live up to.

"I mean, like, I talk a big story but I'm not............ like, I'm just a normal person???????????"

Which Noctis was not, admittedly, but that was a whole different conversation.

"There is nothing normal about you, Nina," Prompto stated, with love, and a snort. "But you know what? Did you ever think that maybe Owen's also sitting there thinking to himself, 'why would she even ask me out? I'm just a normal person!' too?"

Of course, maybe that's just where his own mind went with his own inferiority complex regarding Noctis and Yang, Nina and Vette, Gladio an Ignis...he could go on...

Yeah, she was sort of eyeing him there...

"But I like him," she protested. "And, like, if I'm not normal then, what, who am I supposed to date?????????????"

And Prompto was just going to eye her right back.

"That's your take-away from that, Nina? Really? Also, news flash: nobody here is normal. So date whoever you like. Which is Owen, which you're going to do, so there. Problem solved."

She waved her spoon around dismissively.

"No, no, I'm not talking about my problem," of which they'd never touched on the real one in the first place; she was good at this, "but yours."

Nina leveled a look at her brother.

"By your own logic, you're just as not-normal as the rest of us," she said, "and, as such, you're totally just as good as all the people you don't think you're as good as."

"I mean, sure," Prompto allowed, "if not-normalcy was the only deciding factor, but it's not, and when did we stop talking about your problem and start talking about mine, anyway? When did I even have a problem in this discussion, Nina? Are you trying to deflect on me?"

Because now he was just getting confused, so maybe it was working.

"Point is, there's nothing to worry about with your date, you like Owen, I'm pretty sure he likes you, too, from what you've told me, and you guys are going to have a good time, and all of this fussing will be all for naught. So there."

"See if I share my ice cream with you again," she grumbled, even as she offered it to him.

Because consistency was for small minds.

"You should get to know Owen," she decided.

Prompto decided it would be best to pull a page out of Nina's playbook and stick his tongue out at her as he took up the offered ice cream and dug in again.

"I'd like to," he said. "He seems like a cool guy any time I've talked to him." Well, except that one weekend, but that didn't count. And was also understandable. "I've just never really had much of a chance."

"Excuses," she said loftily. "Seriously, though, he's a little... not shy, I don't think, but... I think he could use a friend????????????"

And not, like, just a girlfriend. If they were even that? Were they? She had no idea.

"And I have it on good authority that you're the best big brother........."

That authority being her tiny, wee, self who'd fallen asleep on him three nights running.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Prompto, rolling his eyes, but there might be a pleased little flush to his cheeks at that. "But fine. I'll try to make the effort to get to know him a little better, okay? I mean, if anything, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn't at least properly vet the dude my sister's into."

Nina giggled.

"Just, like, maybe don't try that on every guy I think is cute................"

Seriously, Prompto, don't even.

"Though I guess the top contenders are mostly guys you already know............."

"I mean," Prompto snorted a little, "it's not like there's even that many of us."

Which he was still pretty convinced played a pretty solid factor in how he'd even been able to score a girl like Yang in the first place, but he was hardly about to get into that. Especially considering that there were at least a few more now in recent semesters...

"It's true," she admitted. "There's not many people here, though that's nice too sometimes........... and, like, the island does have a very high level of, ah, pretty people....."

It really did. She approved.

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