fandomtownies | The Park; Late Monday Afternoon [09/10].

Already being restless by nature and filled with a sort of nervous excitement over starting his new job at a freakin' game store tomorrow, with the added bonus of even his weirdest and most bizarre class managing to nudge into his brain that he still wasn't ready to ever be good enough to be a Crownsguard, Prompto needed to get out and run today, and he needed to push himself as hard as he could, even though he regretted fulfilling these needs with each and every step. He made a pretty good course around the island, he swung through some of the trails in the preserve, too, waving or nodding at anyone he may have passed as he pressed forward, reminding himself that, hard as this was on him now, it had once been a lot harder, and if he didn't keep it up, it was only going to get harder again.

So he ran. He ran until he felt he couldn't take a step further, covered in sweat, gasping for air...which lead him to the park, which was perfect, because the park had a lot of nice soft grass and so he plopped onto the ground, sprawled himself out with a groan, dumped the remains of his bottle of water over his face, and then sighed wistfully over how nice it felt to just stop and stare at the sky for a while.

And then he grinned. That was a good run. That was a great run! Probably his best one yet on the island. Yeah, he done good. He done real good.

He thought of maybe trying to see if the ducks would come over here and say hi, but any effort to call them over would require movement. Lying down, good. Movement, baaaad. Grass soft. Prompto content.

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With nothing else to do with his time, Fenris was spending a fair share of it in the park. If he was lucky, Zack would be there and they could spar again. If not, he would enjoy the peace of the trees.

Or would, if there wasn't a teenager sprawled on the grass looking like he was attempting to grow roots. He stopped and tilted his head at the spectacle.

Prompto might have been oblivious if it weren't for that distinct shift in nearby shadows and that slowly creeping feeling that someone just might be watching him, someone that wasn't a duck or a squirrel. He debated just letting that person watch, because grass comfy, movement bad, but he didn't exactly want to see rude or, like, make someone think he was dead or something.

So just lifted a hand, enough of a wave that didn't require him to lift his elbow, and sighed a very exhausted kind of tired. "Hey, dude," he said, using, of course, the gender-neutral form of dude, which was totally a thing, don't even. "Real nice day, huh?"

Fenris tilted his head in the other direction and said dryly, "Oh good, you are alive. I was wondering what to do if you weren't. Leave you where you lay or roll you into the pond to provide the fish with free food eventually."

"Fish food?" Prompto was just going to laugh in the hopes that the guy wasn't serious. "That's harsh, man."

He finally lifted his head, though, to see who he was talking to, especially since he didn't recognize the voice, and Fenris would have to forgive a small moment of staring because...well....that was definitely a look.

He kinda dug it.

"There's also a third option," he added, once his moment of boggling passed, and, groaning, he pushed himself up to be sitting, shoulders slumping forward, hands resting between his still sprawled legs. He hitched a thumb over his shoulder. "Roll me that way toward the clinic. I like that one better than pond. No offense to the pond, of course."

Fenris glanced in the direction the thumb had gestured, "I hadn't yet found the clinic."

He hadn't looked.

"I suppose that would also be an option. But then, what about the fish?" Might be kidding.

"Are you injured?"

"Just my pride," said Prompto, hand folding on his chest as he tilted his head back dramatically. "And I'm sure the fish are fine. They probably wouldn't like eating me anyway, I'm all muscle." Just look. Just look at the muscle he was proving he had now that he was flexing, and then he patted his stomach. "No fat."

Anymore. Gods willing.

"Mm," Fenris hummed, "Why would that be a good thing? To have fat shows you have the resources to maintain an adequate food supply. Where I'm from, only the rich are able to do so."

"Not where I'm from, man," Prompto shook his head a little, his crooked grin only seeming half into it. "Where I'm from, it's just for the bored and lonely."

And there was a topic of conversation he was more than happy to move quickly past and never return to again.

"Where you from, dude? I've probably never heard of it, but that's okay, you've probably never heard of mine, either."

"The Tevinter Imperium originally, lately of Kirkwall in Ferelden," Fenris answered politely, "Your language, 'dude' is unfamiliar, I would guess you aren't from there?"

"You'd guess right, bro." Prompto had to smirk as he had to throw out another one. "That's all pretty much gibberish." Though, if he was honest, they sounded more like the placenames he knew than the stuff they named places here on Earth. "I'm from Eos, the city of Insomnia, in the kingdom of Lucis. Still bums me out that no one's ever heard of it here, but at least I know that's how it is for a lot of other people, too."

"I've definitely heard of none of those places," Fenris agreed, "I was told there are very few natives and all else are imports from other places, times."

"Wild, isn't it?" Prompto asked, grinning up with no small amount of awe on his eager face. "Here I thought I was being sent to some rinky-dink school out in the sticks, turns out they've sent me to a whole 'nother planet."

He lifted his hands to his head, making a little "pffwhooo" explody sound as he splayed his fingers out, let them wriggle down into stardust. Mind. Blown.

"Wild," Fenris agreed, tone only slightly dire, "Interesting, though, how everyone speaks a common tongue."

And now Prompto was back to gaping.

"Whoa, dude," he marveled eventually. "That's, like, a really good point What if...." His brow furrowed in thought. "Maybe...maybe it's, like, a spell or something? Yeah, like a spell that makes us all able to understand each other. Like....you and me, we could be speaking totally different languages right now, but since....since there's like...all this weird magic and stuff here, we can still understand each other!"

That totally made sense, right? And it would be so cool.

And the spell must be broken in the Circle of Life classroom, and that's why that class made absolutely no sense to him.

Fenris pulled a face. "Mages." To rhyme with 'dung'. "It would not surprise me if they had somehow cursed this island, nor if they had put together such a spell."

"Not a fan, huh?" Prompto guessed wryly. "Though I don't know what you're talking about with cursed, I think this place is pretty great so far."

He...also thought sitting in the grass this whole time, beaming up at the pointy-eared dude like a puppy, was pretty great, too, so....

"You said you came to school here on purpose?" Fenris asked with another tilt of his head, "Perhaps you didn't know some people have no choice, but find themselves here without warning?"

A shoulder lifted, "I suppose it might not be a curse, but it certainly is no blessing."

He was not a fan of mages, no, but he was finding himself quickly forced to adjust to the difference between his world and this, on the subject.

"Not really on purpose," Prompto shrugged a little, then leaned back a little, his arms behind him to keep him held up. "I didn't really have a choice in the matter, either. I had to leave a lot of important stuff back home, but it's all about perspective. As far as places to be stuck in goes, this one isn't half bad."

Half bad, in this case, actually meant fucking amazing, but he was pretty sure Ears over here wouldn't quite agree.

And since he couldn't just go around calling people 'Ears'...

"Hey, what's your name, by the way? Mine's Prompto!"

Fenris had found it more bemusing than anything else. It was such a strange place, but so far that he could see, not a dangerous one.

"Fenris," he nodded. "The island isn't too terrible."

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