[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."]
Prompto's mind empties out, and in a clear, beautifully open field, atop a roman pedestal awaits two slabs of perfectly golden baked bread, charred remnants of a cow that have a slightly pink texture in the middle and positively gush when you sink your teeth into it, with a slice of perfectly crafted artisanal cave ripened cheese. lettuce peaks out from under the top cap, coquettish and alluring with the way its frilly dress hem teases. succulent tomato lies hidden and awaiting to be uncovered like beautiful fossils etched into the porous confines of the yeast enabled walls held within.
ah.
yes, yes he would very much like to go.]
I think... [there's a twinge of emotional compromise in his voice.] That's... the most beautiful thing you've ever asked me in my entire life.
[The noise he quietly sighs out sounds just a teensy bit more on the side of good humored than exasperated.]
Come on.
[He's reminded of something. It comes back to him suddenly, like a pitched ball he's surprised into catching. A promise made between friends, a message he sent to someone, inviting him to try his mom's cooking and how he'd felt.
[looking out over the feed, the water levels, the general contentedness of the chocobos... he's probably okay to pack up for the day.]
Yeah, just need about 30 to wrap things up here! [or, he could actually ask one of the other staff to take over, but he never likes burdening other people with responsibilities if he can help it.]
If you don't mind a little stable funk while you chow down, that is. Uh. Wait, I'm trying not to kill the good vibes here. See you soon, Cloud!
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voice.... backdated to thursday
[he should have texted instead, already this feels awkward.]
....
You free later?
[That's it? That's it. That's the message.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[EXCUSE?]
There's a what?
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[He meant to tell Prompto about it sooner, until a lot of other stuff happened and.... you know how this goes. ]
Wanna go?
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hamburger, hamburger, hamburger. hamburger?
Prompto's mind empties out, and in a clear, beautifully open field, atop a roman pedestal awaits two slabs of perfectly golden baked bread, charred remnants of a cow that have a slightly pink texture in the middle and positively gush when you sink your teeth into it, with a slice of perfectly crafted artisanal cave ripened cheese. lettuce peaks out from under the top cap, coquettish and alluring with the way its frilly dress hem teases. succulent tomato lies hidden and awaiting to be uncovered like beautiful fossils etched into the porous confines of the yeast enabled walls held within.
ah.
yes, yes he would very much like to go.]
I think... [there's a twinge of emotional compromise in his voice.] That's... the most beautiful thing you've ever asked me in my entire life.
prompto.... you're so valid
Come on.
[He's reminded of something. It comes back to him suddenly, like a pitched ball he's surprised into catching. A promise made between friends, a message he sent to someone, inviting him to try his mom's cooking and how he'd felt.
Feels pretty good.]
You at the stables? Could meet you there.
its food porn
Yeah, just need about 30 to wrap things up here! [or, he could actually ask one of the other staff to take over, but he never likes burdening other people with responsibilities if he can help it.]
If you don't mind a little stable funk while you chow down, that is. Uh. Wait, I'm trying not to kill the good vibes here. See you soon, Cloud!
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[It gives Cloud time to mosey on over.]
No problem. I've smelled worse in the slums.
[He won't belabor the point and Prompto needs his 30 minutes, so without further ado, Cloud ends the call.]