[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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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!
no subject
[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.]