Elizabeth 'Liz' Argentum (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
flamesburned) wrote2022-11-12 08:35 pm
flamesburned) wrote2022-11-12 08:35 pm
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The Apartment Above the Photo Hut - Saturday Morning
Liz had woken up early as she tended to these days, only this time when she managed to get up, she thought Prompto had gotten up as well at first because she had thought the bed was empty.
It took her another moment to realise Prompto was still there only …well it seemed to be another of those weekends and for whatever reason Prompto was now a child and it had missed her completely.
She smiled softly as she carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake Prompto and once she had gone to the bathroom, she made her way to the kitchen.
She figured she could at least make some breakfast for them and once she had fed Rain that morning, she decided to start making some bacon and eggs, still trying to be careful and not make too much noise.
[for Prompto!]
It took her another moment to realise Prompto was still there only …well it seemed to be another of those weekends and for whatever reason Prompto was now a child and it had missed her completely.
She smiled softly as she carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake Prompto and once she had gone to the bathroom, she made her way to the kitchen.
She figured she could at least make some breakfast for them and once she had fed Rain that morning, she decided to start making some bacon and eggs, still trying to be careful and not make too much noise.
[for Prompto!]
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Only to stop dead in his tracks outside the door, staring down at the little furry face that met him there and looked up at him with a plaintive meow.
A cat.
There was a kitty cat!
Literally everything else in the entire world ceased to exist just then as Prompto, wide eyes and wondering if his parents finally caved in and got him a pet finally (he would have preferred a dog, but cats were great, too!), crouched down and held out his hand and made little ppsst psst noises to catch the cats attention. The cat sniffed at his hand curiously, looked back at him, and meowed again, and Prompto thought for sure he was going to just melt into goo, he already loved her to pieces.
"Hi," he said, in a whisper, hoping he was crouched out of the way, because he didn't want this moment spoiled by parents quite yet....although that breakfast aroma was hitting him and making his stomach grumble in anticipation. "My name is Prompto; what's yours?"
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She meowed again, inching a bit closer to inspect him, once she had sniffed his hand.
Her name was Rain, she would like all the pets now please. She started purring.
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But he wasn't about to let that deprive the poor cat of pets, and he was more than happy to deliver those pets and plenty of attention, shifting awkwardly to a more comfortable position where he was sitting.
"Your fur is so soft!" he complimented. "And you're so pretty! Would you like to be my friend?"
He hoped so. He didn't have any of those, but this cat seemed like she could maybe be one. His first friend! His best friend, even!
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She would like to be friends, especially if she could continue to get attention because she was clearly not getting enough attention otherwise.
She let out a soft meow and purred again.
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But there was certainly no lack of attention being bestowed upon her now, as Prompto, beaming happily, was more than eager to give his new best friend all the pets and scritches, with a faint little chuckle at the meow, because he liked that she was chatty as well as purr-y. "Ohmygod," he gushed out. "You're just too cute!"
And she didn't seem to care that he was different or weird or awkward or a Nif, and Prompto would have probably been content to sit there and pet the cat all day if he could, but another rumble from his stomach brought his attention back to the food that was being cooked nearby, and, suddenly, he was in quite the conundrum. He frowned, as the next grumble from his stomach went on for an embarrassingly long amount of time, and considered the cat.
"What do you think, Kitty?" Prompto asked her, and, yes, that was her name now, just Kitty, because Prompto was great at naming things. "Should we go get some breakfast? I am pretty hungry."
Problem was, he was always hungry...
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She looked up at the mention of food, even though Liz had given her breakfast, she was always interested in food that was also one of her favourite things
She let out another meow, she would like to go and get more food.
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He realized maybe a bit too late that picking the cat up first made it much more difficult for him to actually get up, but once he had the cat, he didn't want to let her go, so he was just going to have to deal with a particularly wobbly effort in getting to his feet without the use of his hands. Hopefully, though, he hadn't held her too hard in the process, and once he was up, he could shift her to a more comfortable position as he headed toward the kitchen.
And then stopped dead in his tracks again and maybe held Kitty a little closer to him protectively when he realized he didn't recognize the person in the kitchen at all, and he wondered if it wasn't too late to retreat, maybe she hadn't noticed him yet, but, ohhhhhhh, nooooooo, that food smelled so gooooooood....
It was a very long moment of crisis and conundrum he was facing just then.
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“Hello,” she smiled warmly, “are you hungry? I’ve made bacon and eggs if you’d like some?”
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His rumbly tummy, in the meantime, helpfully supplied an answer, in another mortifyingly long growl. Instantly, Prompto felt his face blazing with red, and his glasses were starting to slip down his nose, but they'd have to stay that way, because he didn't dare let go of Kitty.
"....are you one of the Kingsglaive?" he asked, quieter than he'dintended, but he hoped the question would distract from his loud stomach. And it made sense that she might be. He knew they all wore black like this woman was. Maybe she worked with his parents? And something was going on, so she was keeping an eye on him?
That made a little less sense, because they usually just left him to his own devices more often than not, regardless.
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She rested a hand on her bump as she gave him a soft smile, “I’m not part of the Kingslaive, I’m a friend…?” she tried, wincing at how much of a question that sounded like. “I’m …they asked me to look after you for a couple of days,”
She wasn’t sure how believable that story was but she didn’t want to frighten Prompto anymore than he already was, judging on the way that he was holding tightly onto Rain.
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And he tried not to sound too petulant about it. He was used to it, after all, but he didn't want this lady to think he was just some big, whiny baby or something. But it could have been something top secret, or an emergency, or maybe something happened with the war. If anyone knew he was a Nif, that could put him in a tough spot, so they wanted to protect him....
"Is..." He hesitated a moment about asking. "Is everything okay?"
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She wasn’t actually sure what Prompto’s parents had done for work, other then they were always busy.
She tried to think of something else to say, “I see you’ve met Rain,” she smiled brightly as she nodded to the cat in Prompto’s arms.
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Prompto nodded a little, because, really, everything this woman was telling him wasn't exactly news or anything different from usual, although he did sigh a little bit. Just because he was used to it didn't mean he didn't sometime wish it would be different.
He was definitely happy to switch his attention over to the cat, though, leaning back a little so he could hold her in a way to better see her face. "Is that what her name is?" he asked. "Rain?"
His head tilted a little. He could kind of see it.
He shrugged as he settled her back on his shoulder. "I was just going to call her Kitty."
Because, again. Great with names, this one.
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Rain purred right then, “she really likes you,” she told him, “you’re very good with her,”
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His best friend, actually, but he felt that would make him seem a little pathetic, admitting to her that his only friend was actually a cat he'd met probably not even ten minutes ago. And as he shifted, he got a good smell of the food, and his stomach reminded him that there were other things at play here, too, that he should maybe start thinking about, and he tilted his head a little to look past the woman into the kitchen more.
"Is that....is that breakfast for us?" he asked.
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"Y-yes, please," he said. "It, um, it smells really good."
And food made him feel better when he was nervous or sad or anxious, and he was all of those things right now.
He was usually all of those things, actually...
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She didn’t know if Prompto had drunk coffee when he was a child but she figured she should at least wait to see if juice was a good alternative.
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"Juice sounds good," he decided, with a nod. "T-thank you."
And he would have moved toward the table to have a seat, but he was in a bit of a conundrum, because that meant setting Rain/Kitty down and he didn't know if he was ready to do that quite yet.
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He was just mostly afraid that if he let Rain go, he'd lose her, and that would just be devastating, even if he'd only known her for a very, very short while.