June Catch-all [OTA + One Closed Prompt]

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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

[fifty]

Hey, Prim! [Who's a good birdie? She is!] Gotta say, I'm more of a horse guy, but if we had chocobos where I'm from, I'd totally ride 'em.

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Yeah, I'm learning that most places don't have chocobos. But we don't have horses, so fair trade? I guess?

[fifty]

Really? Horses are great! [A world without horses seems sad... On the other hand, chocobos seem cool.] Well, you guys still have cool animals to ride, so I guess it's not bad. Are they hard to learn to ride?

[clickclickbang]

I don't think so, but then again I dunno how hard horses are to ride.

[fifty]

Not bad as long as the horse cooperates! [America reaches out to Prim, but then hesitates.] Is it okay to pet her?

[America is more polite with animals than people.]

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Yeah! She loves it, there's a spot near her neck that makes her go nuts.

[Prompto points out said spot as he hops down.]

There.

[fifty]

[America goes for that spot immediately, of course.] Hey, pretty birdie. How are you doing?

[America is a dork around animals I'm sorry.]

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[Primula kwehs in delight and fluffs up a bit as she gets pets!!]

I think she's happy I got a job that gets her out of her stable. It's no Duscaen countryside, but it's something.

[fifty]

[The pets will continue as America talks to Prompto.] Yeah, I guess it'd be a bad idea to ride her outside the city... [What with all the monsters that are apparently out there.]

[clickclickbang]

Yeah, and I have no idea what'd happen to her if she caught whatever's out there, y'know? She's not native to this place.

[fifty]

Yeah, that could be real bad. [America wonders in a vague way about the idea of all of them being non-native, and therefore if that means they're going to get all sorts of weird sicknesses, but he doesn't want to dwell on that.] Well, she seems to be doing good for now!

[clickclickbang]

Yep! And she's gonna stay good, if I have anything to say about it.

[fifty]

She's a lot cuter than a bike. [He should probably go collect the remains, speaking of.]

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Way less fragile, too. Did you own that one?

[fifty]

The post office gave it to me when I said I'd deliver stuff for 'em. [He picks up the front wheel, which has detached from the rest of the bike.] I should be able to fix it.

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[Prompto just looks at the mess of metal and tires and wisely decides to say nothing about how he's pretty sure that won't work.]

Good luck.