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Elizabeth 'Liz' Argentum ([personal profile] flamesburned) wrote2022-11-12 08:35 pm

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!]
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[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-11-13 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Prompto's face started glowing pink as his stomach answered well before he had a chance to, and he ducked his head a little in shame.

"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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[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-11-13 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Prompto definitely did not drink coffee. He was eight. What kind of psychopathic eight year old drank coffee?

"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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[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-11-13 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Prompto nodded a little at that, even though he felt skeptical, not only that pets at the table would be allowed, but also that it would even work. And, sure enough, as he approached the table and pulled out the chair to sit down, he tried to settle Rain in his lap, but there wasn't really a lot of room there for it to work comfortably. So he tried cradling her against his shoulder. That was a little awkward, too, but it would work for the time being, even if it was probably going to make it a little difficult to eat.

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.