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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

[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.

[showsnopiety]

Who told you you weren't? Other then you.

Because I know that I was told I was a burden, but I've been proving them wrong, every single day.

[clickclickbang]

Uh, society? Photos of when I was kid and made fun of for being overweight? The fact that I'm friends with a literal god amongst men and the prettiest prince Lucis has ever seen? And Gladio, who you've never even met but is like the epitome of beefcake fanservice but a real human. There's a difference between that and what those assholes told you.

[showsnopiety]

Goodness. You'd make your friends feel miserable if they knew you looked at them and found themselves wanting.

They're not perfect either. No one is. Not the assholes that tried to grind me into the dirt, not your friends, not the people who made fun of you.

And not you. Why don't you try to prove yourself wrong?

Because this certainly doesn't sound like it makes you happy.

[clickclickbang]

[He shrugs.]

It's not like I hate myself anymore or anything. [...mostly. At least not for his looks.] It's just a fact of life.

[showsnopiety]

...Anymore.

[She huffs. Her feathers are puffing up and her tail is lashing, and she's not even aware of it.]

It's a hurtful opinion Prompto.

[clickclickbang]

I got over it! [Mostly!] Seriously, who's it hurt?

[showsnopiety]

You and your friends every time you undermine them.

[clickclickbang]

How am I undermining them?

[Seriously, it's not like they don't know.]

[showsnopiety]

Because you're ignoring their feelings for your assertion.

Say that Ignis always thought that his cooking was terrible, even if is fantastic. No matter what you say, he thinks it's no good.

How would you feel?

[clickclickbang]

Bad and I'd want to try and make him feel better about it, but, like...if he can't he can't.

[showsnopiety]

Even if he made the most beautiful dishes...it'd be okay that he thought they were awful?

[clickclickbang]

No, but it's not like I can change his mind instantly or with whatever you were trying.

[showsnopiety]

I was thinking more of the repetition method, with a side of positive reinforcement.

[clickclickbang]

...I don't get it, but whatever. It'd just make it awkward.

[showsnopiety]

[She sighs.]

Agree to disagree for now, stubborn boy?

[Still gonna call Ignis later tho.]

[clickclickbang]

Probably.

[Yay they're done with this uncomfortable conversation.]

...your lips are soft.

[showsnopiety]

[It wasn't really going anywhere so yay, it's been let go!]

Oh-thank you.

Yours are too.