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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]

[...okay, how to say "you're adorable and that's why" without saying that?]

You've got the face for them and sometimes you just need a flower crown.

[Nailed it.]

[fiddlestick]

[Surprisingly, he actually did nail it. It's far enough from being called "adorable" that he won't get embarrassed. Instead he'll let out a soft, fond laugh]

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.

[clickclickbang]

[Fistpump!]

Aw yeah, now I really need to get my camera working.

[fiddlestick]

[Cute...]

Haha, yeah! Looks like you do.

I'm kinda excited now.

[clickclickbang]

Hopefully they can do it, and hopefully they'll be in color. Sepia or black and white's fine, but I like color better.

[fiddlestick]

[He laughs and his eyes light up as he thinks of something]

Haha, maybe that's 'cause you're a colorful guy?

[clickclickbang]

[That gets him to blush a little.]

Nah, my favorite filters just work better on color.

[fiddlestick]

Filter?

[They just got color photos in Erebonia. Filters are beyond him]

[clickclickbang]

Yeah, settings and stuff for the camera that change how it looks a little. Make the color brighter, that sorta thing.

[fiddlestick]

Oh, so it's like touching up a photo to make it better?

[clickclickbang]

Yeah, but without needing an editing program or something...though I do still use those.

[fiddlestick]

R-Right, can't say I'm familiar with those either, but I'll take your word for it...

[...]

I like watching you talk about photography. Your face lights up.

[It's just a shame he doesn't know more to contribute]

[clickclickbang]

It does?

[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.

[fiddlestick]

Haha, yeah. It does.

[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!

[clickclickbang]

You think so?

[fiddlestick]

Yeah! I might not know a lot about photography, but I know it has a lot of power.

Don't sell yourself short.

[clickclickbang]

[Yeah, he's blushing time for a topic change--!]

Oh, don't leave that ice on too long!

[fiddlestick]

Oh- right!

[He takes the ice off his foot, glancing around where he can dispose this ice.]

Um...

[clickclickbang]

[Bucket bucket he knows there's a bucket....

Bucket! Prompto spots one and brings it over. They can dump it out later.]

How're you feeling?

[fiddlestick]

[Bucket! He drops the ice in the bucket, thanking him]

A lot better, I think. It really wasn't serious.

[clickclickbang]

Better safe than sorry. I wear pretty heavy boots and you don't, after all.

[fiddlestick]

Aha, true...but I'm tougher than I look!

[...]

Well, a little anyway.

[clickclickbang]

Still, I was worried. Buuuut I think we're done dancing for the night, yeah?

[fiddlestick]

Haha, alright alright. I won't put you through more dancing.

[clickclickbang]

Yaaaay.

[He laughs, flopping down on a nearby chair.]

No more worrying about breaking your toes.