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

[oceanschild]

I don't think being an asshole is a power, so... maybe not?

[who knows though.]

[clickclickbang]

Yeah, but he reeks of asshole. It literally pours off him in waves.

[oceanschild]

[Paris thinks on this.] ...Do you think it could be magic? Like, an aura or something?

[an asshole aura.]

[clickclickbang]

Nah, you can't magic being this much of an asshole. It's gotta be homegrown.

[oceanschild]

Then I guess they really couldn't do anything... [Unfortunate.] Since they don't seem to be doing this on purpose.

[clickclickbang]

You'd think whatever is doing would have better taste.

[No he's not bitter.]

Whatever. He can't really hurt people here like he can back home.

[oceanschild]

That's... good. A-and even if he tries, I'm sure the Coven would stop him.

[Hopefully that will help Prompto feel better...?]

[clickclickbang]

Hopefully. Anyway!

[Moving on.]

I should get back to work...

[oceanschild]

Oh, um, right. Sorry.

[Paris why are you apologizing.]

[clickclickbang]

For?

[oceanschild]

...Distracting you?

[clickclickbang]

Dude, I fell. I distracted myself!

[oceanschild]

I-- I guess. Sorry.

[paris]

[clickclickbang]

Dude, don't apologize!

[Prompto smiles a bit because he knows how that is.]

You haven't done anything!

[oceanschild]

[Paris clearly starts to say sorry again, and then clamps down on his own mouth and just. Nods. Yeah, that seems safer.]

[clickclickbang]

[Poor Paris.]

Anyway, where were you headed? Prim can sit two!

[oceanschild]

Oh, um. I was dropping these off for the festival...

[Bread is important for partying, obviously]

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto whistles and Primula comes running over.]

Hop on.

[oceanschild]

[This is very strange, but Paris trusts Prim and Prompto (at least enough for this). So he climbs on carefully, still holding the bread securely to keep it safe.]

[clickclickbang]

[Prompto hops on and urges Prim forward, wisely keeping her to a steady (if speedy) walk. No sense is scaring poor Paris.]

Don't fall off!

[oceanschild]

[Oh she's quick--! But Paris manages to stay on, even if he probably winds up pressed closer to Prompto than is strictly necessary.]

[clickclickbang]

[He expected it.]

Pretty fast, isn't she? She can go faster, if you want!

[oceanschild]

Is it safe for her too...? [This is already quite fast!!]

[clickclickbang]

Probably!

[And he's going to click his tongue and get Primula jogging!]

[oceanschild]

[Aaaah this is mildly terrifying. Paris doesn't even have much real experience with horses, so he's definitely pressed right up on Prompto's back in an attempt to hold on. ...He'll find it fun in a minute, don't worry.]