hashtag_chocobro | Room 303; Thursday Afternoon [12/12].

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Room 303; Thursday Afternoon [12/12].

Oh, man! What a week! Prompto was definitely feeling like he'd been through the wringer a few times and then some, but it was all sort of an oddly good feeling, too, because the training had been tough, and the subesequent mission that followed had been nerve-wracking and stressful, but they did it, and they'd done it well, and it was hard not to feel totally accomplished and maybe, just maybe...feeling like this all wasn't just some big mistake and he really was on the right path, he really would make an excellent Crownsguard, even if he was miles and miles behind Noctis and Ignis and Gladio and everyone else. Maybe he actually did belong there after all.

He was riding that high a little bit once he finally got back to Fandom, relieved to finally get a little bit of R&R after all that rigerous training. At least, he hoped so, because, knowing Fandom, he'd probably tumble straight out of training and into chaos, though he hoped whatever he did find was just more of the holiday silliness that Nina had ~~oh-so-handwavily~~ kept him updated on through multiple texts and messages and videos. He was almost a little disappointed to not run into any cute beverage-distributing bears or squirrels in santa hats on his way back to the dorms, but, at the same time, he felt a little too tired to have truly appreciated it, anyway.

"Ahhh," he sighed as he burst into his room, threw aside his bags to take care of later, and then just headed straight for his bed, where he did a little turn before plopping down onto it with an even deeper, more content sort of sigh. "Dorm sweet dorm..."

And he was just going to revel in that moment for a bit, before pulling out his phone and shooting off a few texts to interested parties to let them know that he was back, and then he tucked his phone away and just stared at the ceiling and enjoyed not moving for the very brief amount of time he suspected he'd have before a certain sister came bursting through the door. He had to cherish this little blip of peace and quiet while he could.

[[ because I'm ready to have at least someone back! Door and post are open! Feel free to mod getting a text if'n you like! I may be a bit slow here and there but I've missed you guuuys ]]

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On the bright side, he was much more likely to be sabotaged by mistletoe or tangled in lights this time of year than anything truly bad…

"You just came in and collapsed, didn't you?????????????????" she asked, making no move to, you know, abandon her position here. "You need a hot shower and food!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sleep, sure, but you can't sleep now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Or, well, he could but she'd pout about it.

"I don't need a shower," Prompto said with a faint chuckle, shaking his head, "unless you're trying to tell me something, but I swear, I took one before I left!"

It had almost been one of the longest showers ever, but, honestly, this summer had given him more than enough of those...and half the reason it was so long was because he got to singing while he was in there and really got into a groove.

"But I could go for some food..."

Were the softened puppy dog eyes he was throwing at Nina even necessary? Probably not, and he knew it, but he just liked to throw them at her anyway, since he couldn't really get his stomach to grumble on command in an attempt for food-related pity.

And she did appreciate them, she really did, her beaming smile melting into something softer.

"I guuuuuuuuuuuuuuesss I could find you something," she said, heaving a put-upon sigh that was totally fake. "Anything in particularly you wanted??????????????????????? I can check the common room or we can order in?????????????????"

Prompto took a second to calculate what the probability of getting smacked would be if he suggested she go and see if any of his Cup Noodles^TM were still in the common room, and had clearly determined it was too high to risk it.

"Pizza, maybe?" he suggested. "I'm coming off of a week and change of some primo Iggy cooking, remember, so I feel like anything else is going to be disappointing. But pizza around here rarely disappoints."

Which was good, because then you'd also be eating it for about a full week afterwards, too.

At least they didn't charge for all the extra pizzas………..

"I'm pretty sure, like, I can feel Ignis' disapproval of this life choice from here, but…………."

Well, that wasn't going to stop her from digging out her phone and calling in to place an order. She didn't bother to actually ask what kind of pizza her brother wanted, just rattling off the order (which included garlic cheese sticks, salad, soda, and dessert in addition to the pizza he'd wanted because, like, if you were ordering pizza it was best to do it right).

Once she'd hung up, with a chirped thanks, she finished her thought to Prompto with, "Really, what Ignis doesn't know won't hurt him, right?????????????"

"Especially not when Ignis is known for the occasional pizza himself," Prompto pointed out, shifting a little to scoot forward and sit up on the edge of the bed. "Plus, I did hear a salad in there," he may have clung to the idea of it a little once he'd heard garlic cheese sticks leave Nina's mouth, "so I think we're good. A salad is always an effective Ignis defense."

If he didn't want them, she'd eat them! Or maybe she'd gotten them just for her!

Nina laughed, shifting back instead, to collapse properly on his bed, smishing the kitty pillow. "And, like, really……… pizza isn't that bad for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Not the way Nina made it, anyway. She chose not to find out how they did it here so she could live in denial.

"Especially not with a salad involved too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina considered that. "Though, like, maybe not with the salad on the pizza………… that would either be terrible or great………."

And really depended on both the pizza and the salad involved.

"We could always try it," said Prompto, who figured that was a good compromise.

And then, after a moment, brilliant struck.

"And then send pictures to Ignis!"

Lest he already start to miss the poor clone.

Nina hesitated.

On one hand, that sounded hilariously great. On the other hand a) that was a total potential waste of food and b) poor Ignis.

Which really meant she was considering three hands, all told, but shh.

"One slice?????????????" she suggested. "Like, that way we're not stuck picking croutons off our pizza if it's terrible???????????????"

"One slice," said Prompto, "unless it's actually not terrible, in which case we need to just dump a whole salad on a whole pizza and make him cry."

It wouldn't be terrible, really, but...it wouldn't be great, either.

"Deal," she said, happy that at least propriety would be taken care of.

… what, Nina?

"While we're waiting, then, like, can you tell me what you guys did???????????" she asked. "Or, like, should I just find another way to find out?????????????"

Because she would. Especially since she was now officially in the process of becoming a spy for the crown.

[I have had ONE really good pizza-salad and it was with an alfredo-sauce and a Caesar salad on top. Anything else… eh… your narrative is accurate.]

Prompto might have been secretly hoping it was amazing, though, just because he wanted to just dump a whole ass salad onto a pizza.

And not just because it was dumb and stupidly amusing. A part of him felt like it was some sort of rebellion against the Year of Salads before he finally built himself up enough confidence to actually talk to Noctis, way back when.

"See, now," he said, "that's not fair. Because, on the one hand, you know I can't say that much because of state secrets and all that, but maybe I should because I know you'll find out anyway, BUUUUT...it'll be good practice for you to find out yourself, right?"

"I'll hold your kitty farm hostage," she threatened, laughing.

She probably would not.

For one, how?

Well, Prompto figured Nina could hack into it pretty easily, but he also knew that he could hack her hacks right back.

But, still, for show, because he'd had a very serious week and he missed being dramatic with Nina, he gasped, clearly shocked, jaw dropping, hand to his poor injured heart at such a threat.

"Not my kitty farm! You fiend!"

Honestly, though, he would be a little hurt if she went and rmpaged all over that kitty farm, he put a lot of heart and soul into that farm!

And that would be why she wouldn't rampage all over his kitty farm.

It was the most hollow of threats, really, since she'd taken care of it in his absence, after all, and kept it the way he'd wanted it. Nina knew where the line was!

… and actually paid attention to this particular line. Unlike others.

"I'm the fiendiest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she declared, just as dramatically, if not more. "Surrender to my fiendom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Never!" Prompto declared, and then he laughed, shaking his head.

"Especially since, you know, I was mostly going to tell you anyway, so this is not a surrender, got it? It wasn't even that exciting, really. It was mostly just a ton of training and drills and then sending a group of us out to go scope out some new Nif base that popped up in Duscae ~~in defiance of canon, whatever, I'm not waiting two more years lol~~. Small potatoes, you know? Good thing to sic the newbs into to see if they crash and burn."

Which they didn't, thank you very much.

"And you didn't," she said, delighted with his total surrender. "Oh my gosh, though, like, that sounds fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The worst part was that she meant that.

"And good training," she agreed, "like, the actual in-action bit???????????? There's only so much you can learn before you really need to be in the field to work………."

"Yeah, exactly," Prompto agreed with a faint grin. "So it was, you know, really good experience. Got in a few really good shots, too. They didn't even know what hit 'em until it was too late."

"I think my training here has really been paying off." His face might have gone a little pink there, and he ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think I might have kind of surprised everyone, really. Well, except Ignis and Gladio, anyway, since they've been working with me, but, you know, everyone else..."

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