middaeg | June Catch-all [OTA + One Closed Prompt]

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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[ 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?

Oh, hey.

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

Playing what?

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.

[Veggies! Primula will happily chow down.]

Oh, like the plush toys Iris likes. [A beat.] Wait, they're real?!

Probably. I've actually never seen one. [ Fordola is keeping the food in her hands to be plucked out. The clawed bird-like hands. ] But at least one report talked about 'em and their Pri-- deity, so.

[And again, not saying anything about the hands. It'd just be rude and cruel.]

...deity? Like, a god? Moogles have a god?

[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!

[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!

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

Hey, Prim runs on all natural fuel! Just point her in the direction of a salad and she's good!

Is that where you're going? [America's front wheel is wobbling kind of dangerously...]

[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...]

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.]

Nope! Work.

[Yeah, Prompto's just gonna. Calmly move Prim to the side so they don't get hit when that bike goes kaput.]

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]

[America would say something about how he should probably be doing that when, unsurprisingly to everyone except America, the front wheel gives out. He goes sailing over the handlebars with a startled yelp, his wings spreading out and flapping like crazy.

As a result, he ends up in a tree instead of on the ground. It's questionable if this is an improvement.]

[Prompto slows Prim was soon as America goes flying, just sitting there and watching him faceplant into the tree.]

You okay?

I'm just not used to being flirted with, that's all! I really dunno how a brothel is going to help, and as soon as I said that I realized that was a stupid thing to say.

[Nice, Prom.]

[Justine steps back to where Prompto is freaking out and gently takes his hand.]

I will stay with you and if it gets to be too much, let me know and I'll take you home.

Okay?

Yeah! [America sounds a little dizzy, but otherwise energetic. It's fine. The poor tree shakes around, smaller branches snapping and dropping, as America tries to extract himself.] I guess they didn't give me a mountain bike or anything...

[And here he is! He's got some minor scrapes, but he's fine. He's got a hard head.]

[Prompto nods. He's trying not to be a mess, but honestly ever since running into the guys he's been a mess. More of a mess. You get the point]

If they get freaky, I'm out. I am not here for that.

[Not today, anyway. Maybe later.]

I don't think they know what mountain bikes are here...

[Yeah, Prompto just watches. Sorry man.]

D'you need a ride to the Coven for a check up? Concussions are nasty.

Yeah. All beastmen have a deity. But th'ones they bring forward are fake ones who drain the land of its' life.

[Justine laughs softly.]

And I will make sure that you get out safely. I promise. [She gently squeezes his hand.] Nothing freaky.

[It's a little sad that he isn't interested but Justine understands. She's rather open when it comes to things like this, eager to drown herself in overwhelming experiences.

With that, Justine gently drags him inside.]

It's okay, I didn't hit my head. [His poor arms took most of the impact, but he's sure they're not broken or anything.] Man, good thing I know how to fix a bike...

[He looks at the chocobo.] Guess you win, birdy. This time!

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