I want to ride my chocobo all day!

Prompto had known what he was going in for when he decided to take a whole week of intense training back home; it was actually what he'd been looking for and, sure enough, he felt a million times better because of it, though he was definitely thoroughly exhausted. It didn't really catch up with him, though, until some of the adreniline faded, and it hit him almost like brick wall once he got back to the island and back to his room, and there was his bed and his soft kitty facce pillow waiting for him. He threw his bags off to the side unceremoniously, just about nearly called out to Girl to have her provide her excellent puppy-pillow services before remembering right, no Girl, she's with Zack again and feeling a little pang of sadness over that.

But that pang of sadness was washed away by relief as he went over to the bed, turned around so he could drop down onto it on his back, and let out the most decompressing sigh ever, pulling that cat pillow in close. It was weird, really, how used to this place he'd gotten, how much more comfortable it felt to be back here than in his own home back in Insomnia. He had barely even gone home, really, spent most of his time at Noctic's place, which was more comfortable than home, too. Home was just sad and empty; turns out the trip lined up perfectly with some business his parents had elsewhere. He managed to catch them for a little bit one morning before they left, but then that was that.

The work with the boys had been good, though. Really good, actually; he threw himself into it completely like he'd been planning and he actually felt like he'd accomplished something. Gladio even seemed impressed, and that was, like, ultimate right there. So it was good, and he had the opportunity to go back again next week, but he was starting to feel like maybe he'd stick around here after all. He still wasn't quite sure what Yang's plans for after graduation were; he was almost too afraid to ask. So it would be nice to make the most out of what little time they still had left.

Right now, though, he figured he should at least make an appearance at work, if only for the half-day, because why not get the chance to fit some puppies in? His week had been tragically lacking in puppies. So just a little half-day. He just had to get back up again, but, man, this was so comfortable, and he was still so sore from all that work, and if he closed his eyes for just a minute, he could maybe nap off some of the portal-lag, and then he'd go...

...go right to sleep, maybe. Because bed comfy, Prompto tiiiiiired.

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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.

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