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

[hashtag_chocobro]

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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[hashtag_chocobro]

"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."

[bookbeltof_love]

"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.

[hashtag_chocobro]

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."

[bookbeltof_love]

"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.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"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."

[bookbeltof_love]

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............."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"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...

[bookbeltof_love]

"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.