[ 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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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.