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After a week and some odd days, Altissia was starting to rebuild itself and heal from the damage of the Imperial attack and wrath of the Hydraean, and Ignis and Noctis with it, too, albeit at a slightly slower rate. That left Gladio and Prompto to assist with the Altissian government to reestablish some sense of order. Entire sections of the city had been completely destroyed, of course, but it was mostly the districts surrounding the Altar of the Tidemother, and Altissia was a big city. Dwarfed by comparison to Insomnia, of course, but the majority of the city had, thankfully, been left untouched. And with an eerie silence from the Empire in the aftermath of the Hydraean's awakening, things were starting to return to normalcy.
( As normal as they could be, anyway )
Then he pressed send, watched as the little dots greeted him once again, but only for a second, before tucking his phone away, trying not to think about it. He then reached for the cake, flashing a grin over his shoulder at Ignis before it faltered, slightly, in seeing those dark glasses that had replaced his old ones and remembered that he wouldn't have even seen it.
But maybe he could at least still tell it was there in the cheerfulness Prompto infused his words with.
"Come on," he said. "Let's go have some cake."
Cake could make anything better, right? Even…..this?
Even Prompto knew better, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to still try.
[[ hmm? Oh? What's that you say? It's not actually June 23rd yet? Hmmmm. CURIOUS. ]]
[[ NFB, NFI, OOC and failed attempts at communication are always love, I vehemently deny that my keyboard will be soaking wet after every post from here on in…. ]]
( As normal as they could be, anyway )Then he pressed send, watched as the little dots greeted him once again, but only for a second, before tucking his phone away, trying not to think about it. He then reached for the cake, flashing a grin over his shoulder at Ignis before it faltered, slightly, in seeing those dark glasses that had replaced his old ones and remembered that he wouldn't have even seen it.
But maybe he could at least still tell it was there in the cheerfulness Prompto infused his words with.
"Come on," he said. "Let's go have some cake."
Cake could make anything better, right? Even…..this?
Even Prompto knew better, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to still try.
[[ hmm? Oh? What's that you say? It's not actually June 23rd yet? Hmmmm. CURIOUS. ]]
[[ NFB, NFI, OOC and failed attempts at communication are always love, I vehemently deny that my keyboard will be soaking wet after every post from here on in…. ]]
