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[photog]

Today 2:42 PM

i'm having noodle soup for lunch, want some? 🍜

ramen?

nah, cooked, man

i hate you so much

𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

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un: pierre

[mirrortide]

hey im supposed to bother you to help make a map

[photog]

what are you map making qualifications like?

[mirrortide]

i can fly and also i have an extremely good memory

[photog]

nice! I'm extremely ground ridden and have the memory of a goldfish so if we team up, I'm sure we can get the job done

[mirrortide]

yeah that general told me i should talk to you for that reason so here i am

so what ahould i lift you up or something to take a picture from the air is that how thisll work

[leatherdaddy]

hey are you busy

[photog]

oh man my itinerary is jam packed that I think I'm going to need an assistant





I mean honestly

I'm not doing anything and I'm really happy you texted me to begin with

[leatherdaddy]

If you've got time then I think we need to talk
I've got a place
Not much but it's private

If you're done for the day, then come over and take a load off.

[photog]

sure thing big guy!

hopefully it's good stuff?

[leatherdaddy]

couple things I wanted to get your take on but it's easier to just discuss in person

I think it's good stuff

action.

[711]

[Prompto really is far too kind for his own good, but you won't hear Suzaku complaining when he's in dire need of his particular brand of sunshine. It'd taken just a bit of coaxing to get Suzaku out the comfortable nest he'd made of his self-loathing, but here he is– slightly sour but no worse for wear.

Alas, he's not the biggest chocobo fan. The suggestion that these big ol' chickens might be good for more than just eating has Suzaku skeptical. He doesn't dare insist that they eat this creature instead of riding it, but nevertheless, the thought remains at the forefront of his mind. Having his head cursorily pecked at isn't doing much to convince him otherwise.]

They don't look that sturdy. Are you sure they can be ridden?

[photog]

[the worst thing you can do is wallow in bad vibes, so getting up and being active is a decent way to help refresh and provide new perspectives. like... a cute mentoring sort of friend who probably thinks fried chocobo wings are a delicacy and slowly converting him to the holy church of bird. Prompto dons a bright and easy going smile when Suzaku's fussed with, as he leans a hand up against familiar feather scruff and coos his way into the chocobo's heart.]

C'mon Ruby, this is one of my really good friends. You gotta go gentle with him, he has a good heart but it's probably a little bruised right now.

[yeah, he talks to all the chocobos like this. Ruby, in this case, is the one that Prompto has showered an unequal amount of attention to compared to all the other equestrian companions. as such, she manages to follow him around whenever he's on the ranch. he just hopes the others aren't jealous.

he pivots to the side a little bit, and reaches for Suzaku's wrist. he's comfortable enough around the other to not care for personal distance in the slightest, and reinvigorates the same sort of calming motion he had just given Ruby a few seconds ago.]

They can sense things in people we can't. [that's not scientific at all.] But, yeah. They can carry a whole 'lotta weight on their backs without even flinching.

[711]

[Ruby is a good girl, he'll concede, but why is it the cutest animals that claw and peck and bite at him so insistently? Even Suzaku's precious little kitty has always been inclined to bite him at every available opportunity. Alas, Suzaku is no Disney princess.

He's willing to entrust his wrist to Prompto, however, because he's fairly certain his pal here isn't as inclined to gnaw on him. The lack of distance doesn't bother Suzaku a bit– it's being shown kindness that he hardly deserves. Suzaku doesn't frown, necessarily, but the smile settling on his lips is a wry one. It's been a hot minute since he's smiled genuinely.]

She's very cute. I can understand why you don't want to eat her. [Because she's too heckin' cute, obviously. No other reason.] Well, I'm willing to give riding one a shot. I've ridden horses before, but never giant birds, so you may need to show me the ropes.

[photog]

[maybe Suzaku has a very crunchable head of hair. or, pheromones. that usually is the culprit in the case. either way, Prompto is awfully delicate with the way he approaches Ruby, and it's almost as if there's a certain level of respect that he has for her. he's pretty extroverted by nature, but there's something about animals that brings out the soft, quiet side of him. he could honestly sit and just talk to them for hours if he was left to his own devices.]

Chocobos are friends, not dinner.

[please!!! everyone!!! stop trying to talk about fried wings in front of them. they're such delicate tempered creatures (not really, but Prompto likes to attribute a whole lot more to them than what's actually there).]

Right, Rubes?

You're gonna let him ride you, right?

[he helps Suzaku pet her feathers in the right direction, and then leaves him to his own devices on the entire thing. he doesn't know the details of what's going on in his life, but he figures that... he probably hasn't been a great friend to Suzaku. gets his dick blown at a party, has to get saved by him when plants vs robots happens all over the city. he hates not giving enough to others, even if it's not warranted to feel that way.]

You think you're ready?

[711]

[What Suzaku thought was only an issue with cats also extends to Prompto's fine feathered friends, it seems. It's all the pecking, but also their tendency to follow him around and kweh directly into his ears. Do they all secretly hate him? Is there some sort of deeper conspiracy afoot?

Ruby seems... well, more mild-mannered than the wild chocobos Suzaku has encountered, to her credit. Suzaku smooths his hands along the downy tufts of her feathers, following Prompto's guidance, but his eyes stay firmly on that beak. Please, no more pecks. He just wants to be friends.

A deep breath, a silent exhale. Suzaku turns to Prompto and nods firmly– it's time to ride a giant chicken tender on legs into the sunset.]

I'm ready. What should I do? Jump directly onto her back?

[Don't even jokingly say yes, Prompto. You'd be disturbed how high this noodle can jump.]

voice.... backdated to thursday

[noncertus]

It's Cloud.

[he should have texted instead, already this feels awkward.]

....
You free later?

[That's it? That's it. That's the message.]

[photog]

[if given the choice between actually answering the phone when it rings or jumping out of a plane with no parachute, free falling with no safety is going to win out every time. or maybe the plane does- at least that'll land smoother than Prompto handling either of those things.

but... it's Cloud, so. of course he picks up.]

Heeeey.

[there's a pause when the other pauses, and just as he asks "you free later," the recipient of this call adds in a "'sup."]

Huh? [oh, wait, he got it.]

Yeah! I should be. What's up?

[is this a booty call.]

[noncertus]

[not a booty call]

Know that place that will give you whatever you want to eat, once a week?

[If Prompto doesn't, he's in for a surprise.]

[photog]

Hold the totally existent presses.

[EXCUSE?]

There's a what?

[noncertus]

It's legit.

[He meant to tell Prompto about it sooner, until a lot of other stuff happened and.... you know how this goes. ]

Wanna go?

text | un: king.of.cats

[allumer]

[ First, a photo. ]

i gave this guy food and friendship and now he has the nerve to keep following me around and interrupt me all the time by being loud and cute and doesn't even let me fish in peace

so Prompto meet Purrompto

text; un: puchchar

[warpspammer]

[ nyx has run into both ignis and noctis by this point. he asks for gladio and prompto's numbers from ignis. he's not particularly close to prompto; however, it seems like a good idea to keep in contact with people who are from eos, and moreover, those people that guard the prince-now-king.

so, in the morning but not too early to be considered obscene, prompto gets a message. ]

Prompto Argentum? This is Nyx Ulric, one of the Kingsglaive.

[ he doesn't think prompto would remember a meeting that happened maybe once. ]

I got your information from Scientia. I've just been tossed here and wanted to let you know. I've still got my magic, so if you need to call on me for any reason, I'll be able to help.

I figured it'd be a good idea for those of us in the Crownsguard and the Kingsglaive to stay in touch, after all.

ty for this, my crops are being watered rn

[photog]

[he's up pretty early as it is, what with all the stable work that has to be done relatively constantly. early bird catches the.

early... bird?

yeah. but he does manage to grab his phone rather swiftly as he's a disgustingly prolific texter and-

wait, what?]

is this real?

this is like one of your personal heroes just calling you out of the blue

wait no pretend i didn't say that

can we start over omg

i live to please :> and also this is going to be great

[warpspammer]

[ despite himself, nyx laughs a little bit at seeing the quick series of texts. it's enough that he's willing to dispense with some of the formality of the text, which he'd assumed not knowing the person he was texting very well. ]

I mean, I'm pinching myself and I seem pretty real, but that could be my opinion. I'm here and mostly in one piece.

And I don't know, I kind of like being told I'm someone's personal hero.

[photog]

uhhh hey! my name is prompto argentum and i'm the prince's best friend. it's very nice to meet you, esteemed member of the Kingsglaive.

if there's anything that i should be able to assist with you, please call on me and i will do anything within my power to help offer assistance or aid as well.

[he's starting over whether Nyx likes it or not, apparently]