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hashtag_chocobro) wrote2020-02-21 04:43 pm
hashtag_chocobro) wrote2020-02-21 04:43 pm
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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! ]]
---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! ]]
Re: NFB, please!
Re: NFB, please!
But now she wanted to do something with puppies... curse you, Prompto.
Re: NFB, please!
"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."
Re: NFB, please!
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..............."
Re: NFB, please!
"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.