Yeah, it was a Saturday, which meant Prompto didn't have to wake up and drag himself so dreaded school, so he was sleeping in for a good, long time. But eventually, he did start to wake up, and there was maybe a brief moment of disorientation because this didn't look like his room at all, before something else caught his attention. Instead of a quiet, empty house, he could swear he heard sounds coming from somewhere like a kitchen. Was it his parents? Had they actually come home early from their mission this weekend? Excited to see them, he made haste to scramble out of the bed and head out of the room.
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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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?"