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[ being in insomnia again is.. strange. the city is the same as she had remembered, and yet so different, so strange after so many long years in tenebrae. this city seems so enormous and sprawling, sharp and stark in comparison, bright and chrome and full of people. though she remembers her time here, her earliest years, she was still quite young when her parents swept she and her brother back to the motherland, and those tender years of growth had been spent in a city very different, a home that she had grown used to, settled into.
and now they are here again, political tensions spurring her father to emigrate here, to lucis again. the empire has been still and quiet, and there have even been talks of treatise, but alisaie trusts her father's judgment, for all his political involvement. more than national pride, he hopes for his family to be safe and secure, and short of living in the bush, insomnia had seemed to him the ideal location. with the wall so strong, such a city must be impenetrable, yes?
alisaie does not know the details of it all, her father would disclose only so much - she and her brother were to focus solely on their studies, bettering themselves, and not to worry about such things outside of their control. lucis might not be a large nation, but insomnia is safe, and secure. it suits their needs just fine.
still, settling in, for alisaie, is not necessarily easy. unlike the rest of her family, smooth-talkers with political savvy, she has a hard enough time simply getting along with her own peers. her friends in tenebrae had been few and distant, their relationships thin and civil but little more. to have to start over again is.. a nightmare. but she is not here to make friends, she is here to finish her schooling, to graduate and prepare for university and beyond. there's nothing to be afraid of.
yet her knuckles are white around the books clutched to her chest as she climbs the stairs that first day, eyes forward, chin high, and it takes less than a week's time for her to earn a reputation as a haughty, conceited little snob, the little rich girl sort who is far too good to waste her time with those she deems beneath her - everyone, apparently. this is not entirely the case of course, but it suits alisaie's needs just fine. let them think what they want, so long as it affords her a wide berth and quiet time to herself, without the terrifying distraction of working her way into, and maintaining her place within, a social circle.
the weekend seems to take an eon to arrive, but friday is here at last. alisaie sits outside at a table on campus, alone, peeling the crusts distractedly from her sandwich, her advanced chemistry textbook open in front of her. three afternoon classes, and this horrible week will be over.. ]
and now they are here again, political tensions spurring her father to emigrate here, to lucis again. the empire has been still and quiet, and there have even been talks of treatise, but alisaie trusts her father's judgment, for all his political involvement. more than national pride, he hopes for his family to be safe and secure, and short of living in the bush, insomnia had seemed to him the ideal location. with the wall so strong, such a city must be impenetrable, yes?
alisaie does not know the details of it all, her father would disclose only so much - she and her brother were to focus solely on their studies, bettering themselves, and not to worry about such things outside of their control. lucis might not be a large nation, but insomnia is safe, and secure. it suits their needs just fine.
still, settling in, for alisaie, is not necessarily easy. unlike the rest of her family, smooth-talkers with political savvy, she has a hard enough time simply getting along with her own peers. her friends in tenebrae had been few and distant, their relationships thin and civil but little more. to have to start over again is.. a nightmare. but she is not here to make friends, she is here to finish her schooling, to graduate and prepare for university and beyond. there's nothing to be afraid of.
yet her knuckles are white around the books clutched to her chest as she climbs the stairs that first day, eyes forward, chin high, and it takes less than a week's time for her to earn a reputation as a haughty, conceited little snob, the little rich girl sort who is far too good to waste her time with those she deems beneath her - everyone, apparently. this is not entirely the case of course, but it suits alisaie's needs just fine. let them think what they want, so long as it affords her a wide berth and quiet time to herself, without the terrifying distraction of working her way into, and maintaining her place within, a social circle.
the weekend seems to take an eon to arrive, but friday is here at last. alisaie sits outside at a table on campus, alone, peeling the crusts distractedly from her sandwich, her advanced chemistry textbook open in front of her. three afternoon classes, and this horrible week will be over.. ]
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but, he had said it himself. a fresh start. one misunderstanding can hardly erase all of those warm, sweet memories from her youth.
so the moment alisaie rises she is moving, shoveling down breakfast and scrubbing clean in the shower, tearing through her closet in search of something to wear. gods, she never takes this much time to decide on an outfit, why is she fussing so much? it's not as if this is.. a date, or anything. the idea alone is enough to make her ears burn, and alisaie succinctly chooses her dress for the day without further preamble, if only to prove herself wrong.
by the time she finishes dressing and combing her hair it is...... still pretty early, actually. just before noon. he's surely awake by now, but.. it's still probably too early, right? then again, she has no idea what they're actually doing. maybe they should have, uh, figured that out. it gives her a good reason to contact him, however, and so she tosses herself down onto her bed and scoops up her phone. ]
What is on the agenda for today?
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Though that releases a whole new net of butterflies in his gut. What is on the agenda for today? He hadn't planned anything, really — he isn't much of a planner, and planning something would have made it feel very...well, date-ish. And that's not what this is. It isn't. It's just two friends reconnecting and hanging out! And yet it feels like he should have at least some loose ideas in mind, especially once he receives that message.
So...let's see. ]
hey! good morning! :)
so it's pretty nice outside
we could always go hit up a park or even the pool
maybe the zoo!
or if youd rather stay inside we can have a
STUDY PARTY
and food is a given at some point
thoughts?
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Oh, I've not been to the zoo, that sounds like fun.
Swimming does, too..
[ why not both?? the day is young. don't tempt her with a study party, she'd be down for that.. ]
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...Oh, gods. Okay. He can do this. ]
why not both then?
we can hit up the zoo and then the pool after to wash away the dirty animal smell ;)
[ The zoo is fun, but it kind of smells, okay!! This seems like a excellent plan.
...He hasn't yet thought about how going to the pool will necessitate seeing her in a swimming suit. ]
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That sounds perfect. I'll pack my suit.
[ rip prompto. ]
Where shall we meet?
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What has he done?? ]
i can pick you up at your place!
i mean
pick you up metaphorically
i don't actually have a car
[ And that's for the best, considering he's a terrible driver. They can count on good, old public transit instead! ]
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All right. I should be ready in about a half-hour?
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perfect! thats perfect
ill be there in a half hour!
not a moment sooner or a moment later
[ ...When he's knocking on her front door, however, it's 31 minutes later. :| ]
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anyway, wow, way to be late, prompto!! how insulting.
not really, though, she's not exactly keeping track, though alisaie does open the door rather quickly once he knocks. she didn't really need the full half-hour, so she's already ready by the time he arrives, and she'd spotted him trotting up the walk to her home. bright-eyed and bushy tailed, she breaks into a smile, snagging a small canvas bag from the floor by the door which she hauls over her shoulder before slipping through the door and pulling it closed behind her before any parental units can happen along to embarrass her. ]
Ready?
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But he is excited to hang out with her, if anxious, too. Despite his nerves they have plenty to do to keep them busy, so even if he's a dud, hopefully her afternoon out won't be. ]
Ready and raring to go! [ Flashing her a grin, he starts in an easy trot towards the bus stop. ] I, uh...didn't keep you waitin' long, did I?
[ Maybe that's why she opened the door so quickly...HE TRIED SO HARD TO BE ON TIME, that one minute he spent looking at a ladybug on a flower cost him dearly. :( ]
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either way, she's all smiles. ]
No, not at all.
[ she doesn't remember the layout of the city very well, and she certainly wasn't taking public transportation as a child, so she's perfectly content to fall into step beside him and let him lead the way. don't get them on the wrong bus, prompto.
also why isn't he showing her a pic of this cute ladybug?? also blah blah timeskip to the zoo already. ]
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Soon enough they're hopping out at the zoo. Before she can protest, Prompto buys admission for the both of them. What? He was the one who suggested it, so it only makes sense that he should pay!
He's bouncing on his heels by the time they get through the gates, picking up one of the guide maps to study it immediately. ]
Sooo, what d'you wanna hit up first? Spiracorns? Coeurls? Garulas?
[ Please don't say anything creepy and crawly... ]
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just kidding. alisaie isn't particularly afraid of creepy crawlies, but she doesn't have a fondness or fascination for them, either. lucky him. ]
Oh, I love spiracorns..
[ ponies!! ]
Do you think there are gryphons?
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Gryphons at three o'clock! [ ... ] In a show, I mean. We could visit their habitat, too, though.
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but the habitat, too, considering how vehemently alisaie is nodding her head. ]
Where is it?
don't look at me...
Over by the -
[ ....Oh.
Prompto groans, crestfallen. ]
...Arachnes.
stares directly at you
Oh? All right, let's go!
[ ... ]
What's wrong?
[ wait.. this is jarring a few memories.. ]
:|
Ahh - it's nothin'. Let's go see the gryphons!
[ But as he starts to walk, he looks remarkably concerned. ]
c:
HMMMM..
prompto is pretty much an open book, and his discomfort is very, very obvious, but they're moving forward which is all that matters for now, even if she's giving him the sideeye while they're walking along. ]
Are you sure you're all right? You're looking a bit green.
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Well, it's not as if he hasn't made a fool out of himself in front of her already. This will only drive the point home. ]
Who, me? [ WHO ELSE, DUMMY ] N-nah, I'm fine! Must be the...ssssun.
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[ is he gonna faint??
oh wait, check out those arachnes!! alisaie peels off from his side to approach one of the enclosures. look at it click and skitter!! ]
It's enormous.
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Eugh...disgusting...
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Look at how hairy this one's legs are!
[ :relaxed: ]
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But Prompto isn't coming even one step closer. He keeps his distance, hanging back with a tight expression on his features. ]
Yyyyyyyep, sure - s-sure looks hairy!
[ He can see from here just fine! ]
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Yes, it -
[ she glances over her shoulder, pausing mid-sentence when she sees just how.. far away he is.. ]
Prompto? Is everything all right...?
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