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hashtag_chocobro) wrote2020-01-03 12:02 pm
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Wherever There's a Ceiling that a Bus Could be Parked In; Late, Late Friday Night [01/03].
If you'd have told Prompto that the shuttle bus stuck in a ceiling wasn't even the wildest thing he'd see that night, he...
...well, honestly, he'd been going to this school long enough that he would believe you, and then just shake his head, because, of course a shuttle bus stuck in a ceiling would not be the last of it.
And how, exactly, did two kids get a shuttle bus that was stuck into a ceiling by a dude with incredible superhuman powers out of said ceiling?
You called a god, apparently. Because it turned out that the guy who owned the grocery store now was one of those. Of course he was. Why wouldn't he be?
But Prompto was grateful for it, either way. Because not only was whatever Shunsui did with his swords and all that wind or energy or whatever impressive as hell, but it actually worked, and it got the shuttle down from where it had been stuck in the ceiling with minimal damage and ceiling rubble, which was the important part.
Because this was his last shuttle sabotage, and, if the copious amounts of feathers and papier-mâché was any indication, he was going to make this one count.
And Shunsui, for his part, was just hoping to wish the kids good luck and go back to sleep, because, whatever it was Nina-chan and her...very exciteable brother were up to, he figured he was already much more involved in it than he probably should have been.
[[ for the usual shenanigan suspects! all Shinigami and Shuttles have been shamelessly (but permissibly!) modded. Probably NFB for the Stupid Late O'Clockness of it all! ]]
...well, honestly, he'd been going to this school long enough that he would believe you, and then just shake his head, because, of course a shuttle bus stuck in a ceiling would not be the last of it.
And how, exactly, did two kids get a shuttle bus that was stuck into a ceiling by a dude with incredible superhuman powers out of said ceiling?
You called a god, apparently. Because it turned out that the guy who owned the grocery store now was one of those. Of course he was. Why wouldn't he be?
But Prompto was grateful for it, either way. Because not only was whatever Shunsui did with his swords and all that wind or energy or whatever impressive as hell, but it actually worked, and it got the shuttle down from where it had been stuck in the ceiling with minimal damage and ceiling rubble, which was the important part.
Because this was his last shuttle sabotage, and, if the copious amounts of feathers and papier-mâché was any indication, he was going to make this one count.
And Shunsui, for his part, was just hoping to wish the kids good luck and go back to sleep, because, whatever it was Nina-chan and her...very exciteable brother were up to, he figured he was already much more involved in it than he probably should have been.
[[ for the usual shenanigan suspects! all Shinigami and Shuttles have been shamelessly (but permissibly!) modded. Probably NFB for the Stupid Late O'Clockness of it all! ]]
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He pressed play, and then popped his head in the frame to greet it with a big smile. "And here it is," he announced to the future audience, "the ultimate transformation of the newbie shuttle bus into the ultimate transportation! Despite the best efforts of our dear, beloved, and hot-headed bus dean, we have librated the bus from being in the ceiling," pardon him for a moment as he shook his head is dismay at such a cheap (okay, okay, impressive) trick, "and now we shall begin...our....masterpiece!"
He swung his arm back, stepping away, as if to present the shuttle bus in all its drab, un-chocobo sadness.
"Anything to add, Nina?"
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"I think, like, the most important thing you've left me to say is that none of our feathered friends were or will be harmed in the making of this glorious monument of respect!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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He took a moment to lean in toward the camera, lifting a hand to his mouth as he stage-whispered, "We can't promise the same for bus deans!"
And, boy, wasn't that comment about to age like milk?
But, for now, Prompto just clapped his hands, picked the rope back up, and hurried back over to the bus. "Alright! Let's get this chocoshow on the road!"
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