hashtag_chocobro: (bzuh?)
It was early, and it was a good thing Prompto was enjoying the quiet, enjoying feeling actually nice and relaxed, because it was just about the only moment of peace he was going to get that weekend. Liz was still asleep next to him, and he didn't want to disturb her, but he was comfortable and reminding himself that there'd been plenty of...exercise this week, so he could probably skip the jog this morning. He was idly scrolling through his phone, quietly, contemplating slipping out of bed and trying to make breakfast or something for them when he thought he heard something coming from downstairs.

He frowned a little, thinking at first it might have been Rain getting into something, but he craned his neck to look down and see that she was also still sleeping, curled up at the foot of the bed. Then he heard more, almost like a scuffling, things moving around, and voices. Quiet, but there was definitely some sort of conversation. Prompto's frown deepened. Fandom? On a Saturday? Could be anything...

Still not wanting to wake up Liz and have her start worrying or getting her upset if he didn't have to, Prompto very carefully slipped out of bed, found his clothes, found his gun, and carefully slipped downstairs to the shop to see what in the hell was going on.

And was met almost instantly with a girl calling out "Say 'Wookiee!'", the light of a flash from a camera, and then the girl lowering the camera to look over to the boy next to her and saying, "See? I told you."

The boy was holding up his hands as if to prove his innocence. "I didn't touch anything," he declared. "This was all her idea..." He seemed to trail off a little as he looked over at Prompto, his eyes widening a little. "Whoa. This is trippy."

"Told you," the girl said again, this time with more emphasis and more of a smirk.

And Prompto was....right. Right. Pollen week. Prom. And then the kids. You'd think he'd have remembered, having been through this...a few times before, but this was always the sort of thing to catch him by surprise. But if that were the case, then these two were...

"So this is really it, huh?" asked the boy, looking around curiously while the girl continued to snap photo of everything around them. "We went through time and space and now we're at the shop where it alllll began."

"It's too bright here," murmured the girl idly.

"I kind of like it," the boy added with a shrug.

And Prompto....couldn't help grinning a little, shaking his head. Having two was kind of new (and, boy, wouldn't he soon be looking back on those halcyon moments when it was only two!), but it was impossible for him to not feel a little thrill of excitement for what this all seeemded to suggest. He should probably go wake up their mom, she'd probably want to see this, she'd...

"Wait a sec," he realized, "how did you even get in here?"

Truly, a continued, unanswerable mystery for ages upon ages of these weekends.

[[ for that lady, their kids, and one little extra nugget along the way ]]
hashtag_chocobro: (happy to listen)
The last few days had been kind of a whirlwind, trying to get used to the idea of this tiny little person that was apparently his and Yang's supposed future daughter, while simultaniously spoiling her rotten, taking about a million pictures, and teetering on the edge of asking a zillion questions, because Prompto had them, he had sooooo many of them, but every once in a while, Lulu would say something (such as "It's nice to hear you laugh so much, Dad. I mean, like, really laugh" or at one point where she just sort of smushed his face and asked if grinning like that all the time made his face hurt) that made him think that there were answers in there that he might not really want to know. And Lucy, for the most part, was all brightness and sunshine and excitement that even he had trouble keeping up with...until suddenly, she wasn't, and she was serious and thoughtful in a way that was a little bit startling and disturbing on a face so young and so cute.

So Prompto tried not to think about it and he tried to do what he did best, which was deflect and distract with some shopping trips and getting some food and some candy (so, so much candy, and don't tell your mom, okay? She'll kick both our butts), and then back to his room to play some video games ("How are you even this good?" "Eat space dust, Old Man!"), and, when that got a little boring, Lucy found the container of spare parts and electronics that Prompto kept around when he wanted to tinker around with stuff, and quickly started sorting through them until the room was pretty much covered with them and she was quietly working away at putting stuff together, with occasional bursts of talking about how this was kind of like this one thing she made with Aunt Ruby, and this was like this one thing she'd made with him and her mom, and this was kind of like what she wanted to make for herself, but she still wasn't convinced she wanted to stick with ranged attacks because melee weapons were just soooooooo much more interesting. And big. Really, really biiiig.

Prompto's own tinkering wasn't going nearly as productively, since he was spending most of the time still stuck in that slack-jawed fascination that hadn't left him since Saturday morning.


[[ door and post are very, very much open! ]]
hashtag_chocobro: (mouth agape)
Barely even aware that this was the complete opposite of nearly every single on his his peers, Prompto felt as though everything about the last week was nothing shy of amazing. Incredible. It had been like some hazy-dream fog that he half thought couldn't even be real, and it had all culminated into...this. Honestly, when he woke up that morning, he was pretty sure it all was a dream, it had to have been, there was no possible stinkin' way...

He even went as far as to grunt in disappointment, then moved to roll over to his back to just sort of stare at the ceiling and brood about it for a little while until he managed to drag himself out of bed for his morning run. At least it had been a nice dream, a great one, though he might have a little trouble looking Yang in the eye when he saw her next.

...which...was...right now, he discovered as he rolled over and rolled into her. And then his brain did a sharp jerk in the other direction because, holy shit, it wasn't a dream at all, it actually happened. After the dance, they went up to his room, and...and...

Holy shit.

It was way too early for Prompto's brain to even begin to process this right now.

But just you wait, Prompto. Just you wait, because that wasn't even the half of it.

[[ a room post? for another person in a bed and a tiny to-be-arriving visitor? On this weekend?? Surely, you jest! But yes, for the girl, and that other girl, but not Girl. And open after that, if anyone wants, why the heck not? ]]

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