[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.]
[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.]
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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?
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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.]