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Who: Prompto and whoever!
When: Most of August
Where: All around the city
What: Part-time jobs, supply runs, and Shenaningans
Warnings: None atm

Part Timer for Precogstitchin'

[Look. When you have a giant yellow bird who needs exercise, you find yourself doing a lot of deliveries to ensure she gets her exercise.

Sooo yeah. Once again Prompto and Primula are running around the city, dropping off packages and nearly running pedestrians over who don't hear the cries of "make way" and "'scuse me, comin' through". He's sorry if you're one of those pedestrians.

He's not sorry if he pulls up at your door, hops off Prim, and knocks.]

Delivery from Precogstitchin'!

Supply Runs

[Hilariously, Prompto is not taking his chocobo out on these. That is a terrible idea, especially when he's still adjusting to this older style of gun.

That being said, horses are terrifying and he'd much rather have chocobos but he's not risking his for this.

Prompto shoves the spell scrolls in his pocket, checking over his gun and ammo before turning to whoever's nearby and also ready for this job.]

You, uh, you wanna lead that horse...?

Lunasa

[Of course he's all about this holiday and is having a blast helping people get set up or playing witness to all these weddings. There are tears. He has bought at least five handkerchiefs today alone. Thank the Six that his coat from Precogstitchin' has, like, ten pockets on the inside for all these tissues.

Wanna bother Prompto as he just enjoys the festival? He keeps getting pieces from Precogstitchin' to show off, so he's probably looking pretty weird (or normal, who knows what world your from.)

Or maybe you got roped into helping at a wedding like he did and now suddenly you're dance partners? Sorry when he steps on your toes.

Or maybe it's near the end of Lunasa and you spot him chasing after one (1) overgrown yellow chicken as she runs away from him with a half-dead garland in her beak. Someone got the munchies while out on her daily walk with Prompto.]

Wildcard

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Comments

[clickclickbang]

[Oh. Yeah that's a thing huh.]

I'm getting the same idea, yeah. Uh, you want me to lead...?

[fiddlestick]

[It sure is.]

O-Oh! Um, if you want! Y-You're taller, so...it might be easier.

[clickclickbang]

Gotcha. Sorry if I step on your toes.

[Okay how does this work he took like. Three dance lessons before the roadtrip...

Prompto eventually figures out where his hands should go and what to do, though the first step he takes is right on Elliot's toes.]

Sorry!

[fiddlestick]

It's okay-- [He speaks too soon as Prompto steps on his toe] - Ow!

[Okay so that hurt]

H-Have you danced before?

[clickclickbang]

I had three lessons with Iggy before we left for Galdin back home, so that was probably almost a year ago now?

[So...]

Yeah, not really.

[fiddlestick]

R-Right...okay.

[Breathes in. Just let the pain pass. Just let the pain pass]

Well...I've only danced with my sister, so I'm not an expert, but let's just take it slow and easy, okay?

[clickclickbang]

Probably a good idea.

[He is so sorry, Elliot. So very sorry.]

You've got a sister?

[fiddlestick]

[It's okay just...step slowly Prompto. Don't be scared to look at your feet]

Yeah, an older sister. She's still back home.

[clickclickbang]

[He's careful, he's careful!]

That's cool. My parents only adopted me, so I always wanted a sibling.

[fiddlestick]

Really?

Haha, it's too bad you can't meet my sister. She'd probably dote on you in a heartbeat.

[clickclickbang]

Dote in the awesome way or dote in the "embarrassing and overwhelming" way?

[fiddlestick]

Aha, depends on what your limits for embarrassing are. She doesn't seem to do that too much with my friends...just feeds them a lot.

[clickclickbang]

I'm okay with tha--

[And there goes Prompto, stepping on Elliot's feet again.]

Sorry!

[fiddlestick]

- Ow!

[Yep, there goes his poor foot. Once again squished. He'll try to smile through the pain]

I-I'm okay!

[clickclickbang]

[But Prompto knows that has to hurt. He's in boots!]

You sure? Maybe we should sit down and you, like, put ice on it or something.

[fiddlestick]

I...

[Yeah okay it does hurt and as much as he wants to tough it out, he is not hardcore enough to do that]

I-Is there somewhere private to go? I don't wanna draw attention on these people's happy day.

[clickclickbang]

Yeah, they let me use one of the prep rooms to store my stuff, let's go there...

[He feels so bad. So very, very bad. Prompto shifts so Elliot can lean on him and hobble off towards the aforementioned room.]

Sorry.

[fiddlestick]

Okay...

[He'll let himself lean on Prompto, hobbling off to the mentioned room. When he gets there, he'll hobble over to the nearest thing that can be used as a chair]

I-It's okay, really! It was an accident.

[He pulls off his own shoe, lifting his foot up so he can conjure ice (the real reason he wanted somewhere private) and press it against the foot.]

Ah...!

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto helps Elliot over to the chair and just.

Gives him a Look when he takes the shoe off.]

Dude, it's swollen! It's not okay!

[fiddlestick]

It looks worse than it is. I've had bruised feet before!

[But boy does that ice feel good]

And it was fun dancing with you...feet stomping aside.

[clickclickbang]

If you can call that dancing. I'm way better at, like. Solo dancing to music in my room.

[fiddlestick]

Haha, is that so.

Guess there's no chance of you letting me see those moves, huh.

[He's teasing, don't worry Prompto]

[clickclickbang]

Maybe if someone knows how to play music I can dance to. Classical music's fine and all, but way harder to dance to.

[fiddlestick]

Haha, as much as I love classical, I can't argue with that...

What kind of music do you like?

[clickclickbang]

Rock, mostly. Some EDM, some metal, but mostly rock.

[...wait does Elliot know what any of that is?]