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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

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[Gasp!!]

Stop the presses, the Prince of Lucis owned a pair of blue socks. Such scandal! Does Iggy know about this treason?

[eluci]

Quit it, dork.

[He's trying not to laugh and also shoving Prompto away by the face.]

Probably, he does the laundry.

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Make me, Your Highness!

[Brats.]

And he didn't have a heart attack? Miracles never cease.

[eluci]

[Is that sentence even legal?]

Only a minor one. Gimme a dance and I'll ignore your insubordination.

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You sure about that? Two left feet, remember?

[eluci]

It's fine. I'll lead, you try not to step on my feet, or trip over yours.

[He's got enough dance lesson experience for both of them, it's fine.]

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No promises, but I'll try.

[RIP Noct's toes. But Prompto will gesture to the dance floor and wait for Noct to lead him on to it.]

[eluci]

[He'll take Prompto crushing his toes a few times to any of the other injuries he's had fighting monsters or daemons. To that end, he's grabbing Prompto's hand and leading him to an emptier spot on the floor.]

Should've tried to bring you to more parties back home.

Okay, put your hands here and...follow wherever I go. Just not too close.

[To his feet, anyway.]

[clickclickbang]

That would've required you going to more parties, and we both know that wasn't gonna happen.

[Yay introverts.]

How close is too close...?

[eluci]

Some were required attendance. Besides, you'd be there and therefore I'd be 100% less bored out of my mind.

[He's right, though.]

Well...this is good, like this. Not quite arm's length.

[If they start getting Looks from the other partygoers, they're probably Too Close.]

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And I would be 100% more anxious, so it's a lose for me.

[Just saying. But Prompto nods and starts swaying a bit while waiting for Noct to start dancing.]

[eluci]

[Hmm.

He was waiting for them to start up a different song, and once he has an idea of what the beat is, he'll pull Prompto into the first steps.]

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[And Prompto nearly stumbles.]

Whoops...

[eluci]

[Good thing Noctis is there to heroically catch--

--no actually he's just going to gently right his friend and wonder what might happen if he suddenly decided to dip him.]

Didn't mean to pull you that hard.

[clickclickbang]

Nah, you didn't. I told you, two left feet.

[But he's sort of managing to dance at least?]

Thanks.

[eluci]

You're doing good so far, haven't stepped on my feet yet. Maybe there's hope.

[clickclickbang]

We've been dancing for like three seconds. Give me time.

[eluci]

I'm trying to be supportive.

[It's entirely coincidence that he attempts to incorporate a turn into their movements, but it's a test for Prompto's reflexes nonetheless.]

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[He barely manages it!]

And I'm being realistic.

[eluci]

Okay, I won't say anything until you step on me.

[Apparently it's inevitable.]

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[Aand yeah, there's that promised stomping-of-the-toes]

Sorry.

[eluci]

[Ow.]

Don't worry about it, I've felt worse.

[He knew what he was getting into, and he maneuvers his feet a bit more out of the way of his friend's.]

[clickclickbang]

Gladio stepping on your toes?

[eluci]

That hasn't happened yet, and I'm hoping it doesn't.

[Beat.]

Don't think I've ever seen him dance before.

[clickclickbang]

Ten gil says he can't.