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It had almost passed Prompto by entirely; he had nearly forgotten about it, which just mind-blowing in a way, because it had definitely been his absolute favorite Earth tradition/holiday. He was definitely going to blame some sort of version of anticipatory baby-brain for not realizing until pretty much that morning that it was even a thing, but something Apu had said on Friday about the Super Bowl jogged Prompto's memory. It just didn't reach its destination until today.
THE PUPPY BOWL!
And, oh, gods, that took him back, he remembered the last Puppy Bowl he'd celebrated before everything happened, it had been here in this apartment and everything, and he'd held a Puppy Bowl party every year since he'd first heard about it. It was too late to really throw together a party today (and he wouldn't want to, anyway, with Liz ready to pop at literally any moment now), but he threw out a few texts in case anyone did want to swing by, hopped on down to the store for a few snacks and drinks, and then got ready to spend his day watching adorable puppies scramble around a tiny football field and just doing their best.
Maybe. Hopefully. Unless Liz went into labor, in which case Prompto could not even be mad about it, because how perfect would that be, his daughter, born during the Puppy Bowl! It'd make sense, right, that she'd want to see it for herself?
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THE PUPPY BOWL!
And, oh, gods, that took him back, he remembered the last Puppy Bowl he'd celebrated before everything happened, it had been here in this apartment and everything, and he'd held a Puppy Bowl party every year since he'd first heard about it. It was too late to really throw together a party today (and he wouldn't want to, anyway, with Liz ready to pop at literally any moment now), but he threw out a few texts in case anyone did want to swing by, hopped on down to the store for a few snacks and drinks, and then got ready to spend his day watching adorable puppies scramble around a tiny football field and just doing their best.
Maybe. Hopefully. Unless Liz went into labor, in which case Prompto could not even be mad about it, because how perfect would that be, his daughter, born during the Puppy Bowl! It'd make sense, right, that she'd want to see it for herself?
[[ post is open, if you want to swing by, get in touch, mod a text, or whatever! At least one little drop of wholesomeness before the pollen really starts to take off lol ]]
