Prompto Argentum (
clickclickbang) wrote in
middaeg2019-08-03 11:23 am
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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
[Hit me up for whatever else you might wanna do! Plurk is here or just PM me!]
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
[Hit me up for whatever else you might wanna do! Plurk is here or just PM me!]

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I thought that stuff was for models.
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But, alright. Not sure I'd be very interesting to photograph, but I'll give it a try.
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[Well then! He bites his lip a little. He doesn't get why, but he won't argue with Prompto]
In that case...
Well, you're the photographer. What would your vision for a shoot?
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[That's so cute what the heck Elliot. But Prompto jumps right in, because yeah he's thought of this. It's a good way to distract himself from the pain of the changes.]
Not sure if it'd be indoors or outdoors, probably depend on what instruments you wanted featured. Could even maybe do both, but if it was inside it'd be focused on the art of music? Like, shots of you focusing at the piano or making notes in your music or tuning your violin, stuff like that. Outside'd be more emotional, and probably more esoteric. Flower crowns may or may not be involved.
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And honestly? That does sound like a good photoshoot. He could see either one going quite well] Probably violin, that's my favorite.
[It was an answer for the instrument. Violin was the most him after all.
And oh yeah, that laugh part gets him to quirk his eyebrow]
Should I ask why flower crowns...?
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You've got the face for them and sometimes you just need a flower crown.
[Nailed it.]
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Well, who am I to argue with the artist's vision?
[That's what Prompto was after all with his camera. The artist.]
Alright, I'll wear whatever you'd like for the shoot.
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Aw yeah, now I really need to get my camera working.
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Haha, yeah! Looks like you do.
I'm kinda excited now.
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Haha, maybe that's 'cause you're a colorful guy?
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Nah, my favorite filters just work better on color.
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[They just got color photos in Erebonia. Filters are beyond him]
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I like watching you talk about photography. Your face lights up.
[It's just a shame he doesn't know more to contribute]
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[Oh boy, now he's blushing and a little self-conscious, even if Elliot says he likes watching him talk about it. Is he talking about it too much?]
It's just my one big thing, y'know? Yeah, I'm good with guns and tech but photography's my thing.
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[Elliot meanwhile is smiling a little. It is not a bad thing at all]
I get it. I'm the same way about music. It's a good thing!
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Don't sell yourself short.
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Oh, don't leave that ice on too long!
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[He takes the ice off his foot, glancing around where he can dispose this ice.]
Um...
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