[ It wouldn't be accurate to say he's been avoiding her. At least, not in so many words. To be sure, Prompto hasn't specifically sought out Alisaie to talk since their last...encounter in the cave, only exchanging a few scant words with her here or there. Not only is the tension still thick between them, but they both have a lot to think about after what happened. A lot. Even if they didn't exactly kiss, the intention was there, and there's no way Prompto can pass off what happened as an accident, or something meant platonically.
Not that he would want to. He's too genuine for that, though he can't help but fear that once they do speak again at length, that things won't be the same, that he'll have scared her off and she'll be uninterested in his friendship going forward.
But then again, there's...even more to this than that. He can't forget that she hadn't pulled away when he leaned in. That though she had left soon after, she had reached up and squeezed his shoulder, had reassured him. It seems too good to be true, to even begin to think...but Rion had told him it was possible, too, that maybe, Alisaie could...like him back. You know, like-like. With all the myriad crushes he's had in his life, Prompto has never really prepared himself to face this possibility before. It's strangely terrifying to confront, to consider actually pursuing something beyond his one-sided fawning, but if there's anyone he'd be willing to take that risk with, it's...her.
So, that's it, then. He's going to ask her out. He's going to do it! He's going to march right out his door and —
...Hey, there's snow in the field across from the temple.
Okay, a quick detour, because he can't pass this up. Though as he marches towards the field, he realizes that this might be as good of an excuse to go visit her as any. Maybe...he doesn't have to ask her out right away — they can go play in the snow some, first! So he heads over to her door, steels himself, and knocks sharply.
...Oh, gods. Here comes the nerves. ]
i thought this was a relationship built on love and fun and not math!!
[ for her part, alisaie has done more or less the same. she's made no effort to actively avoid him - nervous though she might be to see him again, she will not run away from.. whatever this is. she's spent a lot of time thinking about it, and she hasn't yet come to a conclusion that she likes, but before all else prompto is a friend. she cares for him, and for his happiness. it's not something she can allow to just.. sit.
should she seek him out..?
but before she can even decide on that, he makes the decision for her. when she answers the door, the mild surprise on her face shows that she was not expecting him, but the corners of her mouth twitch into a soft smile nonetheless. ]
Prompto..
[ she starts, leaning into the doorframe, unsure of whether she should retreat or step out. ]
[ A pregnant moment passes before he finds his voice again. Was this a bad idea? Should he have waited for her to come to him? He was the one who initiated the kiss, after all. Maybe the ball was in her court now, as they say.
But that moment passes as he takes in that small smile she wears upon seeing him. She isn't ducking and running away. She doesn't look annoyed or put-upon. And besides, his excitement about the snow is enough to override just about anything else at the moment. ]
Did you see? There's a bunch of snow! Out in the field! You wanna check it out?
[ Does she want to play in the snow with him, he means. They're not going to just stand there and look at it! ]
[ she worries for a moment what he might say, that he'll bring up what (almost) happened between them, and she isn't sure if she's ready for it.
which isn't fair, really. should he.. pursue anything, she should have an answer for him, he deserves one, and she's had several days to think. she should know by now what she wants, what she is able to give. but she doesn't. she's just as torn now as she was the day she first considered that her feelings for him might be more than platonic.
but instead he talks about the snow, and her face lights up with a smile. she hadn't yet had the chance to go.. check it out, as it were. ]
I would love to. Give me a moment.
[ leaving the door ajar, she dips back inside to pull on her boots and fetch a scarf. ]
And no, this isn't a date. He hasn't asked her out, per se, but he did ask her to spend time with him and whether it's more him or the snow that motivated her, she's still agreed. That's...encouraging. This is all encouraging.
He grins brightly when she returns with her boots and scarf (hella cute), before he leads her out towards the courtyard, waving a hand for her to follow him.
...He considers taking her hand, but it might be...a bit soon for that. He's played this safe so far — he doesn't want to go over the line and scare her off by moving too quickly. ]
Dunno where it came from, but we gotta make the most of it while it's stickin' around, right?
[ It could be either and he wouldn't be surprised. Maybe Astoria sneezed and caused a bunch of snow all of sudden. As long as they get to have some wintertime funsies (that will melt soon enough, because he isn't ready to deal with the cold full time), he won't complain.
He hurries alongside her, zipping up his jacket and pulling out a beanie to tug over his head, both of which he definitely had this whole time. ]
Oh - aren't your ears gonna get cold, though?
[ He reaches out to smooth his thumb over the tip of her ear. ]
[ touching!! the ear!! alisaie's breath catches instantly, her face flooding with heat - that tickled!! but like.. in a sexy way..
she swallows thickly. ]
O-oh, they'll be fine..
[ it's not real winter anyway, and it's not like they'll be out here all night.. besides, with the way she's blushing like an inferno they'll likely never be cold again for the rest of her life. ]
[ This is yet one more of those things that Prompto doesn't think better of until it's already a done deed. But...okay, yeah, maybe he shouldn't have. Touched her ear, give her reaction. He didn't really think about it being a sensitive spot, but it makes sense, especially given how long they are and...
...Okay, he needs to stop thinking about this!!! ]
U-um. Right. [ Well, it took about thirty seconds for him to make it weird, but that's not all that surprising. ] A-anyway — the snow!
[ He gestures...aimlessly...at the snow field before them. ]
[ even normal human ears are sensitive to touch, elezen ears have that many more nerve endings to be tickled, so.. she's also definitely not thinking about this at all though!! eyes forward, back straight, the marches forward right into the snow.
at least the chill feels good on her red-hot face.. ]
[ Likewise, Prompto is certainly thinking about snow and nothing else, nope, not about her cute ears or her blush or how it felt when their lips brushed together...nope!!!
...Why did he think he was ready for this?
The temptation to chicken out and remove himself from this situation is real, but - no. He's going to see this through. If nothing else, he has to prove to himself that they can still be friends, even if he...wants to be more than that.
It's fine. He'll figure out the rest of that later. It's - fine. ]
[ for her part, alisaie seems to have no trouble at all maintaining friendship, if her bright smile is any indication. she sets to work immediately, leaning to begin working a pile of snow into a ball that she can roll. ]
He won't have any trouble maintaining friendship once he forgets his nerves and gets to work on the snowman, which he starts soon after she does, gathering snow up into his arms and forming it into a ball that he can begin to roll as well. ]
I've got the body, then! Or...should it be its head? Just how tall are we makin' this snowman?
[ They could get very ambitious with this, after all. It might be the s'mores all over again! ]
also wow don't ask her to make these important structural decisions, she just wants to be a worker ant, here. she sets to rolling, shoving the ball along the ground, making it grow. ]
No, we wouldn't...better just stick to two body parts, then. We ought to dress him up or something though, too...
[ Because what fun is it if it's just a regular old snowman? A snow chocobo is probably a bit too ambitious, but they've got to accessorize it somehow! ]
[ yeah he didn't really think this through, did he!! maybe you could donate a pair of your pants, prompto, the snowman will never melt because its snow will be so compacted it will implode on itself and create a black hole. ]
Aye, that will do.
[ she says around a grunt of effort, this snowball is getting really big now, she has to put her shoulder into it.. ]
[ Hehe, that snowball is almost as big as she is now! Prompto continues to roll his as it gets larger and larger as well, though he doesn't need to put his shoulders into it quite like she does. She's so adorably short...if they ever kiss standing up, she might just have to lean up on her tiptoes to do it.
NOT THAT HE'S THINKING ABOUT KISSING HER. Never, in his life, has he thought about this!!! ]
[ so instead of thinking about kissing her standing up, he's thinking about kissing her lying down, is that it?? prompto u hussy.. ]
I think so..
[ because she can't really push it much more, it's getting pretty heavy.. she could slam her weight into it, but that might break it!! it's definitely big enough, probably nearly as high as her ribs, so. this snowman gonna have a booty. ]
[ WOW, NO????? He was thinking about kissing her while sitting like they almost did in the cave!! He's pure!!! (For now.) ]
Just about...
[ He pushes it a little further, and — there! Perfect. He rolls the snowball right up next to hers before rolling it up on top. Now it's almost as tall as Alisaie... ]
[ he's a 20 year old boy, his purity is as fragile as a wet paper bag.. it won't be long..
with a huff of effort she stands back, her cheeks and ears flushed pink from her endeavor, but it's worth the strain - with the other snowball on top, it's coming together!! ]
[ He stands back next to her to appraise their work, nodding his approval, like there were any doubts that it was gonna be the most stellar snowman anyone has ever seen. ]
He is, isn't he? I'd say we should name him, but we gotta dress him first.
[ Maybe? Look, they can do it together, one boob each. ]
Riiiight. Unless she lost her arms in some kinda tragic accident with a hairdryer. [ This is a great joke! Too bad it's probably lost on her. ] Still, I think she'd have a happy face, don't you?
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Not that he would want to. He's too genuine for that, though he can't help but fear that once they do speak again at length, that things won't be the same, that he'll have scared her off and she'll be uninterested in his friendship going forward.
But then again, there's...even more to this than that. He can't forget that she hadn't pulled away when he leaned in. That though she had left soon after, she had reached up and squeezed his shoulder, had reassured him. It seems too good to be true, to even begin to think...but Rion had told him it was possible, too, that maybe, Alisaie could...like him back. You know, like-like. With all the myriad crushes he's had in his life, Prompto has never really prepared himself to face this possibility before. It's strangely terrifying to confront, to consider actually pursuing something beyond his one-sided fawning, but if there's anyone he'd be willing to take that risk with, it's...her.
So, that's it, then. He's going to ask her out. He's going to do it! He's going to march right out his door and —
...Hey, there's snow in the field across from the temple.
Okay, a quick detour, because he can't pass this up. Though as he marches towards the field, he realizes that this might be as good of an excuse to go visit her as any. Maybe...he doesn't have to ask her out right away — they can go play in the snow some, first! So he heads over to her door, steels himself, and knocks sharply.
...Oh, gods. Here comes the nerves. ]
i thought this was a relationship built on love and fun and not math!!
should she seek him out..?
but before she can even decide on that, he makes the decision for her. when she answers the door, the mild surprise on her face shows that she was not expecting him, but the corners of her mouth twitch into a soft smile nonetheless. ]
Prompto..
[ she starts, leaning into the doorframe, unsure of whether she should retreat or step out. ]
Is everything all right?
wow, math is fun???
But that moment passes as he takes in that small smile she wears upon seeing him. She isn't ducking and running away. She doesn't look annoyed or put-upon. And besides, his excitement about the snow is enough to override just about anything else at the moment. ]
Did you see? There's a bunch of snow! Out in the field! You wanna check it out?
[ Does she want to play in the snow with him, he means. They're not going to just stand there and look at it! ]
nnnneeeeeeerd
which isn't fair, really. should he.. pursue anything, she should have an answer for him, he deserves one, and she's had several days to think. she should know by now what she wants, what she is able to give. but she doesn't. she's just as torn now as she was the day she first considered that her feelings for him might be more than platonic.
but instead he talks about the snow, and her face lights up with a smile. she hadn't yet had the chance to go.. check it out, as it were. ]
I would love to. Give me a moment.
[ leaving the door ajar, she dips back inside to pull on her boots and fetch a scarf. ]
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And no, this isn't a date. He hasn't asked her out, per se, but he did ask her to spend time with him and whether it's more him or the snow that motivated her, she's still agreed. That's...encouraging. This is all encouraging.
He grins brightly when she returns with her boots and scarf (hella cute), before he leads her out towards the courtyard, waving a hand for her to follow him.
...He considers taking her hand, but it might be...a bit soon for that. He's played this safe so far — he doesn't want to go over the line and scare her off by moving too quickly. ]
Dunno where it came from, but we gotta make the most of it while it's stickin' around, right?
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but she's hurrying along beside him, once she tugs the door shut. ]
Mayhaps someone conjured it? Or the temple is having a fit?
[ who knows.. ]
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He hurries alongside her, zipping up his jacket and pulling out a beanie to tug over his head, both of which he definitely had this whole time. ]
Oh - aren't your ears gonna get cold, though?
[ He reaches out to smooth his thumb over the tip of her ear. ]
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she swallows thickly. ]
O-oh, they'll be fine..
[ it's not real winter anyway, and it's not like they'll be out here all night.. besides, with the way she's blushing like an inferno they'll likely never be cold again for the rest of her life. ]
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...Okay, he needs to stop thinking about this!!! ]
U-um. Right. [ Well, it took about thirty seconds for him to make it weird, but that's not all that surprising. ] A-anyway — the snow!
[ He gestures...aimlessly...at the snow field before them. ]
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at least the chill feels good on her red-hot face.. ]
Y-yes..
[ she stops, lifting her eyes to the sky. ]
It's beautiful.
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...Why did he think he was ready for this?
The temptation to chicken out and remove himself from this situation is real, but - no. He's going to see this through. If nothing else, he has to prove to himself that they can still be friends, even if he...wants to be more than that.
It's fine. He'll figure out the rest of that later. It's - fine. ]
So! Uh... you wanna...build a snowman, maybe?
[ IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE A SNOWMAN ]
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I would love to.
[ for her part, alisaie seems to have no trouble at all maintaining friendship, if her bright smile is any indication. she sets to work immediately, leaning to begin working a pile of snow into a ball that she can roll. ]
I shall take the bottom.
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He won't have any trouble maintaining friendship once he forgets his nerves and gets to work on the snowman, which he starts soon after she does, gathering snow up into his arms and forming it into a ball that he can begin to roll as well. ]
I've got the body, then! Or...should it be its head? Just how tall are we makin' this snowman?
[ They could get very ambitious with this, after all. It might be the s'mores all over again! ]
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also wow don't ask her to make these important structural decisions, she just wants to be a worker ant, here. she sets to rolling, shoving the ball along the ground, making it grow. ]
Well, we wouldn't want it to tumble down..
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[ Because what fun is it if it's just a regular old snowman? A snow chocobo is probably a bit too ambitious, but they've got to accessorize it somehow! ]
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What shall we put on it? Do you have a spare scarf?
[ a shame ardyn isn't around ]
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Oh. Uh...not on me. Maybe we could go gather some stuff once it's all built up.
[ But they might as well get the structure built first! ]
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Aye, that will do.
[ she says around a grunt of effort, this snowball is getting really big now, she has to put her shoulder into it.. ]
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NOT THAT HE'S THINKING ABOUT KISSING HER. Never, in his life, has he thought about this!!! ]
Think we're getting close, wouldn't you say?
[ On the size of their snowballs, he means. ]
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I think so..
[ because she can't really push it much more, it's getting pretty heavy.. she could slam her weight into it, but that might break it!! it's definitely big enough, probably nearly as high as her ribs, so. this snowman gonna have a booty. ]
Is yours ready?
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Just about...
[ He pushes it a little further, and — there! Perfect. He rolls the snowball right up next to hers before rolling it up on top. Now it's almost as tall as Alisaie... ]
Now that is a solid snowman bod if you ask me!
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with a huff of effort she stands back, her cheeks and ears flushed pink from her endeavor, but it's worth the strain - with the other snowball on top, it's coming together!! ]
Aye, he is rather a.. stalwart fellow.
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He is, isn't he? I'd say we should name him, but we gotta dress him first.
[ ... ]
Or her! Could be a snowlady.
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I suppose it could be.
[ she says, through a chuckle. ]
First I think she needs a face. An arms.
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Riiiight. Unless she lost her arms in some kinda tragic accident with a hairdryer. [ This is a great joke! Too bad it's probably lost on her. ] Still, I think she'd have a happy face, don't you?
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