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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.]

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Comments

[clickclickbang]

[Yes, yes he is.

He's also no fool so he's pretty sure taking her hand is a trap but.

Well.

Prompto takes it anyway because this might as well happen. Whatever "this" is. Maybe he's wrong.]

[showsnopiety]

[At least it's a nice trap? Hopefully.

She takes his hand, gently leading him away from the stable, to somewhere he can sit. It's easier that way to be eye to eye to him, and even between his legs if he lets him to get nice and close.]

Take a deep breath. I'm not going to hurt you.

[clickclickbang]

[Grow a few inches Caren.]

I know, but you're being all catty and I'm nervous.

[showsnopiety]

[WOULD IF SHE COULD]

I am not.

[She huffs! And leans in to offer Prompto a gentle kiss on the mouth.]

[clickclickbang]

[YEP he was right.

Sorta.

He expected something more...more, because Caren but honestly he can work with this. Prompto's not a "good" kisser by any stretch but he can at least lean in and return the kiss? Even if he's stiff and unsure about all this.]

[showsnopiety]

[He challenged, she delivered!

But she was being nice about it. Caren doesn't think about being a good kisser or not. She's just trying to be gentle, even as she nuzzles her mouth against his.

And offer his still captured hand a squeeze. She's not planning to go long, just long enough to make a point.]

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto pulls away first, a little awkwardly.]

Uh.

[showsnopiety]

[She doesn't seem to mind. She pulls back even.]

Every time you protest about being attractive, you owe me a kiss.

[She thinks about it.]

Or Ignis or Noctis or whoever you thinkis the best kisser. Understand?

[clickclickbang]

I--what?!

[showsnopiety]

You heard me.

[clickclickbang]

I, yeah, but--what?!

[showsnopiety]

It's not enough is it...should I add an embrace?

[clickclickbang]

I hug people all the time, so--wait, that's not the point! What's that even supposed to do?!

[showsnopiety]

It's to remind you that people find you attractive and do want to kiss you.

It's a reward for those of us who wants to kiss the cute, freckled Prompto with the nice shoulders and the adorable blush.

[clickclickbang]

[Well he's blushing a lot right now!!]

I feel like this should be a lot sketchier than it actually sounds.

[showsnopiety]

Should be?

[She raises her eyebrows.]

Do you want it to be seductions rather then kisses and hugs?

[She starts to reach for his face.]

Everyone would win so...

[clickclickbang]

Nope!

[Just gonna. Quietly lean back.]

...you're gonna tell Iggy, aren't you?

[showsnopiety]

[She drops her hand with a quiet laugh.]

Thanks for the reminder. I'll do that right now.

[And she. Starts to reach into her skirt pocket to pull out her Watch.]

[clickclickbang]

Caren why.

[He's gonna reach out and try and stop her because why.]

That's not gonna stop me from feeling way less good looking than everyone else, y'know. It's just gonna be awkward.

[showsnopiety]

[She'll let him because someone hasn't learned about the game keep away yet.]

But actions are better then words.

[All the joking goes away as she peers up at him.]

You don't believe me when I tell you the truth Prompto. I understand that it's more on you then me but-it does sting.

And I know I'm not the only one who feels dismissed when you brush off the compliments.

[clickclickbang]

It's not brushin' them off it's just...correcting people.

[Same thing and he knows it but look.]

[showsnopiety]

You're telling us we're wrong.

And that's wrong.

[clickclickbang]

By that logic, you guys trying to convince me I'm anything more than average is telling me I'm wrong. So who's right?

[This is so dumb and he knows it but...well.]

[showsnopiety]

Oh, I see.

So you'd be happier if all of us were feeling miserable together. Good to know.

[clickclickbang]

[That gets him to give her a Look.]

That's not what I meant and you know it, Caren. It's just--it's complicated. I don't think I'm all that good looking and I haven't for pretty much my entire life.