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Room 303; Friday Afternoon [02/21].

Prompto was not sulking; he wasn't moping; he wasn't--

---aww, hell. He probably wasn't fooling anyone. He knew he probably shouldn't be sulking about the whole picture thing, but he kind of couldn't help it. And, okay, okay, maybe some of the attention the party pictures were getting on social media were a bit of an ego boost, he had to admit, but it didn't really account for much when he considered the boyos definitely would have seen it and none of them were saying anything, and that was almost worse that them just making fun of him for it or whatever. He tried to convince himself that, hey, maybe that meant they actually hadn't seen it, maybe they'd been too busy or it got lost in the social media shuffle, but it seemed pretty unlikely.

The whole thing was making him feel kind of lethargic and blah that day. Like, he went for his run, like usual, but it was a rough one, he didn't have the motivation, and he even hit the gym and the range afterwards, too, but the spark just wasn't there. So he went back to the room, plopped on his bed, rolled over, and just laid there, staring at the ceiling, with one arm and one leg draped over the side of the bed in a position that probably didn't look very comfortable at all yet surprisingly was, and just sighed.

But, hey, at least the spring break trip was coming up soon?

You know, the one to a nice tropical-sounding place where he'd be probably in a pool a lot, topless, reminding everyone about that party...

Prompto groaned, and stopped just staring at the ceiling, because you couldn't stare at a ceiling from underneath a pillow.

[[ door and post are open, yo! ]]

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"Well," Nina said, all melt-in-your-mouth innocence from the doorway, "you don't look like a spazzy boy having a social media meltdown to me...................."

Radio was a blessing.

A blessing.

Nina ate an apple chip and waited to see if he'd throw a pillow at her or not. In his shoes, she would have.

One Argentum's blessing was another Argentum's curse, apparently.

Prompto wondered if Nina could see his pouting grimace through the pillow itself. It certainly felt strong enough to be pretty much noticed from space.

"I thought we said no pictures!" His voice emerged muffled from the pillow.

Well, he knew he said no pictures. He'd been desperately trying to remember what Nina said after that, but he couldn't remember, therefor was oblivious as to whether or not he'd truly been betrayed or just missed a clever Nina loophole.

She couldn't see it but, through the power of knowing him, she knew it was there.

Nina breezed into his room, nudging the door shut behind her with one socked foot, before meandering over to take a prim seat on his bed.

"You said no selfies," she said, still playing innocent, "and, like, I thought you meant no pictures of you solo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And there hadn't been any of those.

Sure, there'd been pictures where he was the clear focal point but there'd been other people in those pictures!

The whole point of loopholes, after all, was to make them sound plausible!

And Prompto sort of knew it was going to be a useless effort, since he was pretty sure Nina could loophole her way out of anything, but he had to at least try.

"Niiinnaaaaaa," he whined, then sighed (in part for his own whining, in part for just his unfortunate lot in life), pulling the pillow down off his face onto his chest. "You know some of the guys follow your accounts! I mean, okay, fine, big deal if anyone here has to see that, I probably won't see most of these people again except for, like, homecomings and stuff, but I have to work with those guys!"

And the whole thing about them being, like, his best friends, but professional angle felt more concrete and inarguable.

"Noctis and Ignis liked the photos you took of me," she said, making herself comfortable and fishing out another apple chip and offering it to him like it was a crunchy, mostly healthy sort of peace offering.

She was kind of proud of herself for having found them. Sure, eating too many apple chips might give you a stomachache but, on the other hand, they were literally just dehydrated apples, which meant they were a lot healthier than... so, so many snack foods.

"I mean, like, Gladio liked your pictures," she said, since she'd seen that. And been a bit salty that Gladio hadn't said anything about her dress. Rude, Gladio. "That you're doing good work building your muscles and to keep it up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That sounds like he's fine with working with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Oh, sure! Hit him with the Gladio comment that almost made it worst! Like, Gladio didnt even like him. He probably meant it sarcasticly!

But Prompto did accept an apple chin, shifting to sit up a little as he did.

"Still a pretty sneaky move, sis," he complained. "When it's super awkward next time I go home, I hope you're happy."

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Really, her brother's insecurities were just weird. If anyone didn't like him, it was much more likely to be Ignis, who was harder to get along with, than Gladio...

Nina was pretty sure Gladio liked almost everyone, pretty much, and if he didn't like you... you knew it.

"I am happy," she said, grinning a bit. "Come on, like, the one with your wings was actually a really good shot!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like, composition-wise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina was never going to be anywhere near as good about taking photos as he was, but she was kind of proud of that one.

"....it was a pretty good shot," Prompto murmured an agreement, with great reluctance. "Composition-wise. Pretty good lighting, too."

But that was IT.

"The model was pretty handsome too," she said cheekily. "But since you're apparently not into accolades of appreciation, I can change the subject..............."

If she, like, had to.

"We can't possibly be talking about the same picture, then," Prompto groused, though he was distinctly turning a little pink and maybe, just maybe, he did have a few moments going back to it thinking something not too dissimilar.

Which had been weird, but also, he knew how hard he'd worked for that, so it was kind of empowering, too.

But mostly just embarrassing.

"But yes," he sat up more, putting his legs over the side of the bed, pushing aside the pillow, " ppease can we talk about something else?"

It was stupid, really, the swell of sheer affection she felt for him in that moment, but it was there and it was real and she cherished it.

"I love you too, big brother," she said, and meant that. "Annnnnnnnnnnd, let's see, would I come bother you with something in miiiiiiiiiiiind or would I bother you for no reason????????????????"

Both, Nina. The answer was both.

"Both, Nina," said Prompto, because there really was no other response. "The answer is both."

He snorted. "And both are equally terrifying."

Nina giggled, then took another chip, leaning forward conspiratorially.

"And what," she said, "if I told you that I know when Bus Dean's birthday is............???????????"

"Then I," said Prompto, smirking as he leaned forward in similiar clandestine fashion, "would ask if there's anyone whose birthday you don't know, and then I would assume that if you were mentioning it, that you already have a half a plan about something to do with it in that scheming little head of yours."

"You're welcome for saving your ass when it came to Iggy's birthday," she said sweetly. "And, like, as for Bus Dean............ I do still have a unicorn bouncy castle hanging out in my closet..............."

"Thank you, Nina," Prompto parroted, "for saving my ass when it came to Iggy's birthday."

Even though he was half sure that even Noct hadn't really remembered. But he wasn't sure sometimes if Noct would remember his own birthday if it wasn't, you know, a huge thing because of him being the prince and everything.

"Also, I can't believe we still haven't used that thing, but maybe we just haven't used that thing yet because it was destined to be a birthday thing."

Just because Noctis was a lazy jerk sometimes didn't mean they had to be!

And Iggy struck Nina as someone who'd remember and hold a grudge for ages, should it suit him. Best not to risk that.

"And he won't expect it," Nina said happily, "because it won't be a start of the semester shenanigan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It'll be great!!!!!!!!!!! But, like, we need to start planning now because if we have to special order things in................"

"Right," said Prompto, "and we have to actually decide what to do with it, which I'm sure will, ultimately, involve special ordering some things."

He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head a little.

"You know," he ventured, "he did just move into the building right next to the animal shelter. I feel like we might be ablet o use that somehow."

"But how," she mused, "when we don't want anyone to get hurt or scared.............."

And, look, a lot of animals were really, really dumb but adorable.

"All I'm saying," Prompto held up his hands, "it just seems a missed opportunity if somehow adorable puppies weren't involved in some capacity."

"I don't know that Miss Rory would appreciate a flow of adorable puppy invasion on her husband's birthday," she said, since it was obvious that Bus Dean's reaction to this wasn't going to be considered too much. "Juliet and Christopher would probably like it............... don't know about their vampire puppy though..........."

But now she wanted to do something with puppies... curse you, Prompto.

Mwa ha ha. Best. Curse. Ever.

"I don't know," Prompto ventured, "I know for a fact Juliet would love it and it sounds like their vampire pup is pretty chill. Definitely some details to work out there, I'll allow that, but, like, when even is it? How much time do we have? Because, you know, genius is pretty hard to come by when you're working toward it. Maybe we just have to let inspiration strike at the right moment."

"April 19th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So, like, there was time.

"And, like, I'm not meaning to be all blah on your idea," she said, since she was being kind of a downer, despite herself, "I just got caught up on logistics.................. I'm sory..............."

Prompto might have made a comment about how getting caught up in logistics meant maybe Nina'd been talking to Iggy too much lately, but he was still a little caught on the first part.

"April?" he gawked at Nina slightly. "That's, like, ages from now, Nina!"

Though, he will admit, telling him about it now was good, because that gave him a chance to actually think about it, then maybe forget about it, and then think about it again fresh when she reminded him.

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