hashtag_chocobro: (sly little devil)
Ugh! Prompto could not get out of the shelter fast enough, because what was seriously up with those birds and that song? He can't believe he actually liked it at some point, because now he was pretty sure he never wanted to hear it again in his life. Now watch, tomorrow, when Sidon was covering his shift, there's be, like, the cutest new puppies or the kittens would feel particularly cuddly or some other awesome cute thing would happen because Sidon had all the luck, the stupid son of a fish.

...but, naaahhh, Prompto couldn't really be mad at him, not when he remembered why they'd switched in the first place. But he was still annoyed about those birds and that song, so he was hoping to work off some of that irritation in the best way he could think of: blowing shit up in video games.

Which, let's be honest, was probably what he'd be doing anyway, even without the birds and their dumb song.

[door and post are open, especially if you happen to be some sort of overblown romance exile! Sorry for the spam, I swear I'm done clogging up the flist with my boys now.]]
hashtag_chocobro: (i dunno!)
Prompto had a date.

And Prompto Argentum wasn't going to let some wire-chomping mouse cause him to miss out on a date.

Well, okay, it wasn't so much a date as it was that he'd made plans for a raiding night with Noct and Galdio during his shift at the C.I.C. that evening. Obviously, that exact thing wasn't going to be happening now, but he wouldn't let the current circumstances throw a big fat fried-mouse wrench in his plans and spoil something he'd been looking forward to since last week. Without an idea of how long the C.I.C. would even be out of commission, he had to think fast, act fast, and just be glad he'd been saving up his money instead of giving into the temptation to buy all sorts of new shinies every week.

He'd hooked himself up a preeeeetty sweet rig over there; he probably wasn't going to be able to perfectly replicated it in his room, but he knew he could cobble something together that would be more than efficient and satisfactory, and what his new room set-up lacked was easily something he could build on and improve on, and maybe he'd have an even better set-up given enough time and tweaking.

Setting it up had been pretty easy, too, that wasn't a problem. It was the set-up on the other thing he'd gotten that was giving him issues now.

Because of course he'd also gotten a pull-up bar.

And was realizing he had no real idea how to install it, which meant that he'd sort of delayed the original intention of the date with his bros back home, but they were still there on his phone as he tried to have Gladio (who he only knew hadn't died laughing yet because he was still laughing his butt off) walk him through it, figuring if anyone had experience installing a pull-up bar, it would be Gladio.

"You're just lucky," Prompto informed him loftily while making another attempt at what should honestly not be this difficult, maybe he got a cursed one or something, that seemed like it could be a thing around here, "you're not here right now, or else this pull-up bar would totally be re-purposed as a beat Gladio on the head bar.

"Not that there's anything up there to damage, anyway," he added in a murmur specifically intended to never be heard.

[[ door and post are open!! ]]

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