[ He has no other secrets planned, and no smooches tonight, lest we create a hole in the space-time continuum. A moment after stretching, he stands and reaches down to offer her his hand up. ]
Yeah, wouldn't want to keep you out too late, would we? What would Alphinaud say?
[ but i can imagine a world in which they smooched anyway, that is fine.. she takes his hand without hesitation, tugging herself up to her feet as well, though she's rolling her eyes the moment she's up. ]
Please, I have endured his complaining for many years, I have learned to drown it out.
[ It's a shame, fireside kisses would have been so cute...but chocobo cake kisses are even better. Sweeter, some might say...
Once she's on her feet he doesn't let go of her hand, instead squeezing her fingers around hers. If you don't think I'm going to milk the past cuteness for all it's worth, you are dead wrong. ]
That so? Huh, I didn't realize he was such a complainer...
[ tbh fireside kisses i think are a little bit cuter.. but the chocobo cake is Special... also punches ur pun into the sun
she doesn't seem to entirely notice that he's still holding her hand, considering she's still holding it right back, thoughtlessly, because if she were thinking about it she'd be on fire. ]
He needs to complain like he needs to breathe. I think he might drop dead if he went a single day without wagging his finger.
[ is this an alphinaud roast, because she's always down for an alphinaud roast. ]
[ Well I mean, you're not wrong...maybe if he had kissed her by the fire she wouldn't have rejected him. Oh well!!!
And yes, it is apparently an Alphinaud roast, even if Prompto may not be able to contribute much at the moment. Still, considering who his bros are, he knows how to dish out some burns...from being burned by them frequently himself. ]
Ha! I had no idea...all I know is his medicine tastes awful.
[ this is the quality content she is here for tbh.. she might even enjoy dunking alphinaud more than she enjoys cookies. blasphemous, i know, but entirely possible.
[ um her turns of phrase are charming and delightful okay, far superior to hurl and barf!! she rolls her eyes toward him, brows high and lids low, exceptionally unimpressed. ]
Oh, yes. You have surely blessed me with a gift of knowledge.
[ Now she can do with that information what she will, sending it out into the world...
Oh, but look! They've arrived back at the temple. Prompto slows his pace, still holding her hand, still not...really thinking too hard about how he's holding her hand. ]
Hey...thanks for comin' out to meet me tonight. We always have a good time together, huh?
[ her door is near, and so she slows with him as well, pausing just outside of it to turn toward him again, only now really beginning to realize that her hand it.. still in his. his own feels warm and surprisingly strong, she can feel the rough calluses from where his guns sit, and the heat of his palm comfortably against her own.
warmth flushes her face, but maybe it's too dark to notice it.. !! ]
Yes, we do..
[ she would be hard pressed to think of any single moment where she was not happy to be beside him. ]
You are more than welcome. Mayhaps next time I can find a recipe unfamiliar to you.
[ He seems to realize their hands are still joined when she does, his breath stilling in his chest, though he doesn't let go — not just yet. For all his sudden nerves, her hand feels...so nice nestled against his, and it's exhilarating just to be holding it, to not feel as though he must immediately draw away to keep from giving her the wrong idea.
He doesn't know what the right idea is, but this...this is good.
They stop in front of her door, and Prompto likewise hopes the blush in his cheeks isn't too obvious. But even if it is...like, she's got to know, right? He's been so obvious. She'd probably be more surprised if he wasn't blushing while holding his hand at this point. ]
[ As always, his hand feels strangely empty without hers in it after she lets go, but it leaves behind a lingering, comforting warmth, a little reminder that just a moment ago, a cute elf girl was holding his hand. ]
Hey, don't mention it. I'm just glad I had a convenient excuse to hang out with you tonight. [ Look, the s'mores were just a means to an end, and he's not afraid to admit it! ] I'll...see you around?
[ Maybe tomorrow? It's not as if they go very long without seeing each other these days. ]
[ a convenient excuse, huh? somehow, that makes her face flush warm, a soft pinkness rising to her cheeks while she smiles, warm and sweet. gods, he really brings out her most disgusting behaviors, doesn't he?
she lingers for a moment, not entirely ready to leave, but then, when would she ever be entirely ready? ]
Aye.
[ they'll see each other soon, if not immediately tomorrow, so. even if that might feel like a lifetime. ]
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[ He leans forward then, stretching his arms above his head. ]
Man! I'm beat...guess bein' attacked really took it outta me. You wanna head back, or stay a little longer?
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Somehow I think you'll recover.
[ she chirps, through a smile, then follows his lead and arches high into a stretch as well, because they're contagious. ]
I suppose I am rather tired..
[ unless he has some other secret planned ]
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Yeah, wouldn't want to keep you out too late, would we? What would Alphinaud say?
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Please, I have endured his complaining for many years, I have learned to drown it out.
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Once she's on her feet he doesn't let go of her hand, instead squeezing her fingers around hers. If you don't think I'm going to milk the past cuteness for all it's worth, you are dead wrong. ]
That so? Huh, I didn't realize he was such a complainer...
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she doesn't seem to entirely notice that he's still holding her hand, considering she's still holding it right back, thoughtlessly, because if she were thinking about it she'd be on fire. ]
He needs to complain like he needs to breathe. I think he might drop dead if he went a single day without wagging his finger.
[ is this an alphinaud roast, because she's always down for an alphinaud roast. ]
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And yes, it is apparently an Alphinaud roast, even if Prompto may not be able to contribute much at the moment. Still, considering who his bros are, he knows how to dish out some burns...from being burned by them frequently himself. ]
Ha! I had no idea...all I know is his medicine tastes awful.
[ YEAH EAT SHIT ALPH ]
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either way, absolutely wrecking alphinaud is the truest way to her heart tbh so this is where she falls in love for true. ]
Does it? Oh, did he give you some of those terrible concoctions he cooked up? How were they? What happened?
[ she's super excited about this.. ]
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He starts to walk back in the direction of the temple, still holding her hand. ]
He sure did! Didn't even warn me how bad they were gonna be.
[ This is objectively false, but whatever, Alphinaud didn't give him enough of a warning for how bad it truly was!!! ]
I couldn't even swallow it, it was that bad! I nearly ralphed!
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and here they are, still holding hands.. ah.. ]
'Ralphed'?
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Yeah, y'know! Ralphed! Hurled! Barfed.
[ There are sure a lot of slang words for vomiting. ]
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Barf?
[ please make her say more modern words. ]
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You don't even know barf? It means to throw up! Y'know! Vomiting.
[ Alphinaud's medicine was just that bad. ]
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Oh!
[ well why didn't you say so! she laughs. ]
Some of your words are very strange..
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[ Does she remember the "popotoes" incident? Because he definitely does. ]
But hey, at least now you can you know, like, four different ways to describe vomiting!
[ Lucky her??? ]
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Oh, yes. You have surely blessed me with a gift of knowledge.
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[ Now she can do with that information what she will, sending it out into the world...
Oh, but look! They've arrived back at the temple. Prompto slows his pace, still holding her hand, still not...really thinking too hard about how he's holding her hand. ]
Hey...thanks for comin' out to meet me tonight. We always have a good time together, huh?
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warmth flushes her face, but maybe it's too dark to notice it.. !! ]
Yes, we do..
[ she would be hard pressed to think of any single moment where she was not happy to be beside him. ]
You are more than welcome. Mayhaps next time I can find a recipe unfamiliar to you.
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He doesn't know what the right idea is, but this...this is good.
They stop in front of her door, and Prompto likewise hopes the blush in his cheeks isn't too obvious. But even if it is...like, she's got to know, right? He's been so obvious. She'd probably be more surprised if he wasn't blushing while holding his hand at this point. ]
I'd like that. Maybe something with...popotoes?
[ He says with a quirk to his mouth. ]
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Mayhaps.
[ anyway.. she clears her throat and, after giving his hand a gentle squeeze, at last she lets hers fall away, so she can draw toward her door. ]
Thank you again, Prompto. This was.. very nice.
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Hey, don't mention it. I'm just glad I had a convenient excuse to hang out with you tonight. [ Look, the s'mores were just a means to an end, and he's not afraid to admit it! ] I'll...see you around?
[ Maybe tomorrow? It's not as if they go very long without seeing each other these days. ]
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she lingers for a moment, not entirely ready to leave, but then, when would she ever be entirely ready? ]
Aye.
[ they'll see each other soon, if not immediately tomorrow, so. even if that might feel like a lifetime. ]
Goodnight, Prompto.