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It had taken Prompto an hour at most to get back to Fandom after he realized he'd gotten a voicemail from the sheriff yesterday. Also? By the way, dude? 'She's in one piece'? SHE'S IN ONE PIECE?!?? Where did you learn to leave voicemails because telling someone that his sister who had been missing pretty much all summer to go to war in her world with some really shoddy contact methods was, at the very least, in one piece was not going to help him with the whole flailing and panicking and freaking out and immediately wanting to go find her and fuss over her for pretty much a million years.
In one piece! Thanks, buddy!
Okay, okay, so all in one piece was good, he knew that, but that probably could have been phrased a whole lot more encouraging and comfortingly!
And because of this, Prompto did know that Nina probably needed rest, and he was definitely going to let her have that rest, but he could hardly just stay at home in Insomnia knowing that Nina was back and safe (AND IN ONE PIECE); he definitely would be useless to the boyos in that state of mind, so he arranged a portal, he arranged his own room at the hotel, and then spent pretty much the rest of the day pacing back and forth and figuring out what sort of questions he might ask her, wishing he'd brought more potions with him, trying to think of a clever way to trick her into maybe not going and doing that whole war thing again, and generally wearing a groove into the floor of the hotel room that he hoped maybe Noct could kind of pay for if they charged for that sort of thing.
He got, maybe, a little bit of sleep, and, the moment dawn broke, finally decided to put all that nervous energy into a run around the island. Which was, as tired and nervous as he was, kind of nice. Familiar. He missed this place a lot sometimes, so just doing his old routine of his morning jog was a good way to go into this, he figured.
Then he swung by J,GoB to pick up exactly the kind of breakfast that Ignis would totally disapprove of, a few drinks, and then headed back up to the hotel to shower quickly, then headed down to the room the front desk had told him Nina was in.
Knocked on the door.
Dropped his voice into a much deeper, gruffer, totally disguising octave, before grunting out, "Room service!"
[[ for the little sis! Or anyone who might want to catch him on his jog! There's OCD! Because I'm that nerd. ]]
In one piece! Thanks, buddy!
Okay, okay, so all in one piece was good, he knew that, but that probably could have been phrased a whole lot more encouraging and comfortingly!
And because of this, Prompto did know that Nina probably needed rest, and he was definitely going to let her have that rest, but he could hardly just stay at home in Insomnia knowing that Nina was back and safe (AND IN ONE PIECE); he definitely would be useless to the boyos in that state of mind, so he arranged a portal, he arranged his own room at the hotel, and then spent pretty much the rest of the day pacing back and forth and figuring out what sort of questions he might ask her, wishing he'd brought more potions with him, trying to think of a clever way to trick her into maybe not going and doing that whole war thing again, and generally wearing a groove into the floor of the hotel room that he hoped maybe Noct could kind of pay for if they charged for that sort of thing.
He got, maybe, a little bit of sleep, and, the moment dawn broke, finally decided to put all that nervous energy into a run around the island. Which was, as tired and nervous as he was, kind of nice. Familiar. He missed this place a lot sometimes, so just doing his old routine of his morning jog was a good way to go into this, he figured.
Then he swung by J,GoB to pick up exactly the kind of breakfast that Ignis would totally disapprove of, a few drinks, and then headed back up to the hotel to shower quickly, then headed down to the room the front desk had told him Nina was in.
Knocked on the door.
Dropped his voice into a much deeper, gruffer, totally disguising octave, before grunting out, "Room service!"
[[ for the little sis! Or anyone who might want to catch him on his jog! There's OCD! Because I'm that nerd. ]]
