hashtag_chocobro: ((AU) It's Dink!)
To say that Dink had slept like a rock last night would be pretty accurate, considering, well, he was a Goron! Rocks were kind of what they were made of! But when he woke up that morning, he couldn't help but notice just how uncomfortably soft the bed he was in was! With a long, drawn out groan, he all but rolled himself up to sitting, making a bit loud show of stretching out his arms and yawning, before one hand fell to the mattress and squished it down experimentally.

Huh. That was definitely different!

"Whoa!"

It was just then that he noticed someone else sleeping there, too! And that was possibly even more different.

"There's, like, a lady in this bed!"

Did he wake her? There was a good chance that his lack of voice modulation on his deep, affected drawl had already woken her up; Dink wasn't exactly the greatest at things like quiet or stealth. But he didn't want to disturb her any more than necessary, either, so he supposed it was time for him to try and just...see if he could sneak on out of there without her noticing too much, maybe? Maybe she was a deep sleeper! He'd just feel bad, waking her up like that and everything...

But now that he was up, he was getting hungry, and wondering if they had any good rocks around here before he went out to maybe find some rupees or grasshoppers in some grass or something...


[[ open (for great SP!) especially for the lady in the bed! ]]
hashtag_chocobro: (awwgaaawd....)
While Prompto still sometimes missed having a roommate around (he'd spent his whole childhood by himself; it was something novel and new and nice, having a roommate, brief as it had been), there were still many benefits to having a single room that he'd come to enjoy. Uninterrupted make-out and snuggle seshes with his girlfriend. Being able to be as loud and obnoxious when playing video games and no one to look at you funny when you rage quit. Unabashedly dancing around the room in your underwear while bleating out songs into a hairbrush...

...and today, that morning, Prompto was more grateful than ever to have a single room so that the only person that would hear him whimpering and crying at the overwhelming pain in his thigh and calf muscles was Girl, who would only then come over to offer him comfort and not be judgey about it at all.

Three whole days. He had spent three whole days riding a bike around the island, thinking he was some sort of bicycle riding superhero who obviously was used to this sort of thing, but Prompto Argentum, for all he tried to work out and keep in shape and be buff, was not and he felt it. Oh, gods, did he feel it, in every single fiber of his poor, poor legs. And butt. And arms. And...oh, gods, he felt it evvverrryyywheeerrreeee.

He didn't think he was even going to make it to class today, not unless someone carried him there, and that was a total bummer, too. Bad enough he missed shopping day and pirate day because he was a puppy, now he had to miss classes again because he was practically immobilized and pretty sure he was going to just die from the pain.

On the bright side, though, he could probably skip leg day for about a month straight and still be fine.

Oh, gods, whyyyyy? Stupid bike-riding superhero!

[[ door closed, but post is def open! ]]

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