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!]

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[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?

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Not yet...

[He rolls over, revealing a gash on his forehead. It's nothing big or concerning, he just hit the ground pretty hard.]

[showsnopiety]

Yet? That's not a good thing.

[She moved forward, lightly brushing his hair away from his forehead. That explains why he's so dazed. With a sigh, she made to press her fingers against his throat, against his pulse. Just checking to make sure things were cool.]

Don't go about ill wishing. Someone might do it for you.

[Another small huff and:]

Look me in the eyes?

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[He does. Thankfully no concussion, but that still hurt like hell.]

You okay? I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?

[showsnopiety]

I'll be fine.

[Caren leaned in to stare him in the eyes, just making sure-before she leaned back. No more girl in kiss range.]

Especially once you buy some healing supplies. Oh, and lunch.

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Why lunch?

[Medicine makes sense, he could probably use something for the incoming headache.]

[showsnopiety]

Because you need energy to carry so much.

[A huff, and:]

And I need it too, if I'm going to help you.

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[He stands, not realizing what the girl said for a moment.

A beat.]

What, you wanna help?

[showsnopiety]

Yes?

[She blinks up at him.]

Else you might collide into someone else. In the meanwhile-

[She holds up her hand. The meat of her palm has been skinned, but she doesn't seem to be paying attention to it.]

Help me up?

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Good point.

[And Prompto will help her up, pointedly taking her wrist rather than risk hurting her by taking her hand.]

We should get your bandaged up, too. Just in case.

[showsnopiety]

[Oh, he noticed that. Her eyes widen in surprise briefly, but she tugs, and makes to stand up with his help.]

All right. But after we've gathered up your things, and after your head has been looked after.

You only have one. You should take care of it.

[She squints.]

Unless you have another head I don't know about?

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[A beat.]

Uh, as of right now I don't? Who knows, I'm growing fur and stuff, maybe a second head is next.

[A joke!!]

[showsnopiety]

[A joke! That earns him a smile.

And a gentle squeeze of his arm before she slides her hand away.]

Maybe so. But let's not worry about that now. Let's find what you were carrying first so we can take care of your original head.

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Nothing fragile, thankfully.

[It was mostly just papers for fliers and the like, so thankfully nothing's been ruined. Little crumpled and maybe some pieces are unusable, but overall everything's fine!]

I was heading to a printer somewhere around here.

[showsnopiety]

That's good.

[Else they might have had to try to make some repairs. She started looking around for the scattered papers, bending down to smooth the wrinkles and shake off the dirt.]

It might be awkward to explain if anything was broken. In any case-have you been there before?

Or...been here long?

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No, and, uh. Just a month, like most of the rest of us. You?

[showsnopiety]

Just arrived with the latest.

I'm still...trying to pierce things together, despite the orientations.

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Well, uh, did they tell you if you were a Witch or...

[He gestures to the fur on his shoulders that seems to go down his back under his tank top.]

A Monster?

[showsnopiety]

[She glances over. She hadn't really paid attention to the fur, being more concerned with the gash on his head and the possible concession.

But it really can't be mistaken for anything but fur could it?]

Monster.

[She pauses briefly, before:]

I don't know if monster is the right name. I've been using the term Vessel instead.

[At least for other people.]

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Monster's what they use here, so that's what I'm using even if it kinda sucks. Heads up, some of the transformations suck and full moons suck even more.

[showsnopiety]

I did meet someone who mentioned something about it. Something to do with growing a tail and being in the middle of the street.

[Poor Connor.]

Can you resist it? Whatever the full moon does?

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Yeah but like...don't. It can apparently go really bad if you do and I don't think any of us wants to see what'll happen if we try.

[showsnopiety]

Really bad...?

But...I don't want to be slowed down. I've got too many things to do then to just...let things happen to me.

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Yeah, they didn't specify and I didn't ask. I don't need details to know a bad idea when I hear one.

[Seriously.]

Same, but it's not like we know how to get home yet. And I dunno about everyone else but I'm not just letting things happen to me. I can't do anything about the fur...or the teeth...or the ears, but I'm helping people around here and stuff.