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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

[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.

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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.

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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.]

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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.

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Ten gil says he can't.

[eluci]

I'll take that bet. We'll have to ask him if he shows up.

[Wups. And now it's Noctis' turn to step on Prompto's foot.]

Sorry.

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[Prompto winces and yelps a little, sounding a bit canine.]

It's fine. Just, ow.

[eluci]

...What was that noise?

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Uh...me? I kinda tend to. Bark a bit when I'm surprised.

[eluci]

[He's...sorry Prompto, he's snickering at that, just a little.

He probably shouldn't, given that his ears are plainly visible and easy to poke fun at, but that's how he do.]

That's adorable~

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Not even! Your ears are way cuter.

[eluci]

You're cuter overall.

[This is flirting? Totally flirting.]

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Since when? You have, like, the best sad puppy look. Kitty look. Whatever.

[Totally flirting.]

[eluci]

Don't think 'sad kitty look' is a thing, dude.

[Cats don't look sad generally, they look like they're constantly judging you, much like him.]

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You never met my neighbor's cat. That little tabby knew just how to get me to give her my tuna.

[eluci]

[Prompto, you're so weak to animals that the cat would just have to exist near you and you'd give it tuna.

Pot to kettle though.]

Hmm.

So if I don't want tuna, what else can I look sad at you for?

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[Yeah well.]

I dunno, probably anything? Short of taking your veggies off your plate.

[eluci]

[Well there's the sad face in question.]

Hey now.