June Catch-all [OTA + One Closed Prompt]

[clickclickbang]

Who: Prompto + you!
When: First half of June
Where: All over the place
What: Jobs, reuniting with your bffs, shenanigans
Warnings: Awkward flirting? Spoilers for FF15?

Closed: Ignis and Noctis

[Prompto didn't even have to go apply for this job; the person in charge of the delivery service took one look at Prompto taking Primula for a job and practically begged them to play delivery boy. Apparently a giant bird was perfect for carrying packages. Who knew?

They were given directions to the place and they're on their way there now after a stop off at the house to get Prim's saddle and bridle. Of course, Prompto didn't think to kit her up before leaving the house so she is now running off down a side street with her rider chasing after her.]

Get back here! Why does this always happen to me...

Open: Delivery!

[And after that emotional mess of a reunion, Prompto can be found dashing about on chocobo-back as he delivers letters and small packages. Are you a recipient? Are you just walking by as a yellow birdy blur zips past you and maybe knocks you down? Either way you won't catch him until he stops in front of his destination.]

Delivery!

Open: Festival Prep

[He's a busy bee this month, apparently, as he has picked up a second part-time job! Or possibly more, as Prompto seems to be helping out whatever shop will take him that day and that leaves him doing a lot of things.

For some reason, he gets asked to carry things from one place to another a lot and he's not sure why. He's not strong or anything, so he spends a lot of time struggling down the street with the boxes of decorations or whatever it is he's carrying.

This means he can't see or stop very well.

Which means it's only a matter of time before he runs into something and trips. That "something" could be a wall or a tree root or even you.

Either way, Prompto lands face first on the ground with a yelp and a swear. Help?]

Open: Why is This His Life? (Or: Flirting Classes)

[He's not even sure he knows how he got enrolled in this class but HERE HE IS.

Standing outside one of the brothels.

Looking like a man about to go to his death.]

I don't need these classes, do I? I'm not that bad. People like me, right? So I've never had a date, who cares, that stuff's for people with time for that...

Wildcard

[Wanna poke Prompto but don't wanna do these prompts? Hit me up!]

Comments

delivery

[fordola]

[ Well, she had found a place that would send her, well. Something she doesn't want Prompto to see. (Her own sharp razor. Since her problem isn't going away.)

But seeing it's him who's delivering it, Fordola seems to... relax a tiny bit. A tiny bit. Just because it's not a stranger. Still, she seems to be averting her gaze, with clear stubble on her chin - actually going up her cheeks to just below her ears. ]

...playin' Moogle now?

[clickclickbang]

Oh, hey.

[If he notices the stubble (he does), he says nothing as he hands over the package.]

Playing what?

[fordola]

Moogle. You know-- no, you probably don't. [ She has accepted he is unaware of most of her home. But then... she steps inside for a moment, continuing to talk.

By the time she's done talking, she's holding out some veggies for his Chocobo. ] I've heard tales of 'em delivering letters to people. They sort of look like... mole rats? But flying.

delivery but before he stops

[fifty]

[America's taken the same job. He doesn't have a chocobo. What he does have, however, is a bike, super strength, and the power of making bad decisions because they seem like fun.

Which is to say America is currently putting his poor bike under a considerable amount of stress as he attempts to race this giant, fluffy ostrich thing. He's not sure if he can manage this, but he's at least close enough to have a (loud) conversation.]

Cool ride!

AMERICA NO

[clickclickbang]

[Oh hey, a familiar voice. Prompto glances over, laughing at the guy trying to keep up with Primula.]

Thanks! Yours looks like it's about to break, though!

I think you meant america yes

[fifty]

But I bet mine eats less! [It's probably fine... At least for now while they're going straight. Thinking ahead? Illegal.]

Flirting Classes

[ishisstrength]

[A warm smile spreads over Justine's lips as she gently places her palm on Prompto's lower back.] I like you very much but I think you could use a few pointers.

[She gently pushes him forward but she doesn't try to force him, it's just enough pressure to get his feet moving on their own.]

Come on. We all have more time here. Why not give it a try?

[Justine expects to be met with resistance and decides to preempt Prompto by whispering close to the shell of his ear.] Unless you want to practice in private with me? [She should not be allowed to tease him...]

[clickclickbang]

Wow, just tell me how you really feel, Justine.

[But he takes one step...and then she does that and he leaps like three in front of them.]

Justine! That--that tickled!

[Also he's a hot mess and that sent shivers down his spine that weren't quite tickles but shhh. He's ignoring them because hot girl is talking to him and being a terrible tease so obviously he's gonna have that reaction.]

[ishisstrength]

I have always been honest with you Prompto.

[She laughs softly as she continues towards the door.] But I do think that you might enjoy learning more or at least being more comfortable about those flirting with you.

[aka. her]

[quickrecipeh]

[Ignis is walking down the thoroughfare with Noctis, focused on discussing housing accommodations, when he sees something.... well, familiar out of the corner of his eye.

He did not know they had chocobos here. Especially not ones that are charging them down, with a familiar blonde trailing behind.

He's never been terribly fond of chocobos' antics, but Prompto always was, so...]

Why am I not surprised... Noct! [He speaks in an urgent tone as the bird shifts trajectories and heads for Noctis rather than himself. In the absence of Gladio, he'll have to do. He bodily puts himself between Noct and the bird, and spreads his arms wide to try to get it to veer or slow down.]

[eluci]

[It's probably a good thing that Ignis is there to pay attention, because Noctis certainly isn't. Or not enough attention, because his focus is mostly on where they're going to stay, whether the two of them want to try to find a place for just the two of them or find a bigger house willing to take on two more people.

He notices the yelling but not the bird and nearly runs into Ignis' back, not expecting him to be in front of him when he turns around.]

What? [What is he being protected from? Oh.] There are chocobos here? [Wasn't that Prompto yelling? Is he the chocobo?]

[clickclickbang]

Prim!

[Yeah, it's Prompto yelling, but he's so distracted by his errant bird that he at first doesn't realize who she's run into. He jobs up, taking her by the neck to get her off the poor guy.]

I am so sorry, I should've put her lead on her before taking her out, I dunno what got into her--

[Now that the chocobo is under control, Prompto can get a good look at the people she ran into.]

--Iggy?

Festival Prep

[showsnopiety]

[See Prompto. See Prompto run. Run Prompto run!

See Caren. See Caren walk. Walk Caren walk!

And there they go, crashing into each other. It's a full on body slam, as she had been distracted by something that had flashed into her eye. And with her being barely over five feet, she stumbled back a few feet with a gasp, and fell hard onto her butt.]

What were you doing?

[Did he carry too much? She thought he carried too much.]

[clickclickbang]

[Oops?

Prompto is currently sprawled on the ground, boxes scattered next to him as he lies there dazed.]

Ow...

[showsnopiety]

[She winces a little as she stands up but-no bruises, no broken bones that she noticed. Maybe a bit of road rash, but she was fine.

She huffed quietly, and she walked over, shakily, before dropping to her knees, and pulling on Prompto's shoulder.]

All right. Turn over. Unless you think you broke something?

Festival Prep

[oceanschild]

[Paris isn't strictly helping for the festival, but he did manage to get a job at one of the local bakeries, and they are baking a lot for the festival, so it somewhat amounts to the same thing. Of course, there's more to be done than just baking right now, even though that's what he likes best, so he's delivering some things of his own when he sees Prompto struggling with a lot of boxes and stumbling--

--and maybe Paris steps aside when he falls because he has to protect this bread sorry Prompto!!!

But he will bend down with a concerned look after the fact.] A-are you ok...?

[clickclickbang]

[Look it's cool, bread is a staple food group and Prompto is just a dumbass. He would totally protect the bread too.

He gives Paris a thumbs up, sprawled on his back.]

Never better!

[oceanschild]

A-are you sure...?

[Paris tries to shift the baked goods he's holding so he can reach out a free hand to help Prompto up.]

Festival Prep

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot hadn't signed up to do festival prep. Sure, money would be nice, but he didn't think he'd be much help in anything physical. Instead, he'd been in the area looking for a shop that carries instruments. He was sitting on the curb, thinking about where to go.

Too bad he was thinking so hard he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. A giant shadow looms over him, and too late he sees a wall of boxes about to trip over him]

W-Whoa- stop!

[clickclickbang]

Too late--!

[And down goes Prompto and the boxes of flower crown materials, all on top of poor Elliot.]

[fiddlestick]

[RIP ELLIOT CRAIG.

But really, at least the boxes are light. So he just makes a welping sound as he gets mildly squish]

J-Jeez....

[Gonna try to push whatever is on top of him out of the way. He recalled hearing a voice among the boxes so-]

Y-You okay?

[Says the squished boy]

flirting classes...i'm so sorry

[vytal]

[ here's prompto, and here's yang!! she'd just finished her last mail run of the day when she saw him panicking outside of a brothel. yang hears what he says and approaches. her grin is snarky and playful. ]

Sounds like someone needs a little help.

[ look, it's been a while and she's rusty, but wing-woman extraordinaire is here!!! ]

are you though

[clickclickbang]

[Why is this his life??]

I really don't. A friend signed me up and I'm just...yeah.

[He needs the help let's be real.]

delivery.

[tryhard]

[ The delivery in this case is a parcel of basic ingredients and some more glass mixers for the apothecary, and the person coming out to accept them at the chipper shout of the goods arriving is one Waver Velvet: short, perpetually scowling, constantly on the verge of getting a stress headache trying to pretend he's just living his life as normally as possible when he keeps expecting his body to start betraying him any day now. Don't mind him. ]

Thanks. [ Curt, but not exactly impolite. He steps outside to receive the parcel, about to ask if he needs anyone in particular to come out and sign for it.

But then he sees the delivery 'vehicle' and just sort of... stares. ]

Er. Sorry, did you bring that here riding a giant chicken?

[clickclickbang]

[Said giant chicken warks in offense.]

Chocobo, and she knows what the c-h-i-c-k word is and she does not like being called it.