Prompto Argentum (
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fandomtownies2018-09-18 05:41 am
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The C.I.C., Tuesday Afternoon - Evening [09/18].
"Whoo-hoo! Work time!"
Now, those were words Prompto would have never expected to come out of his mouth ever, and yet there they were. But he had managed to score what was in his estimation the second coolest job anyone could have, so it wasn't that surprising. So he came in, checked to see if there was anything in particular that he needed to do that day, fired everything up, and then plopped down behind the counter to get his game on.
After tossing the raven the little metal chainmail ball he'd gotten from Norman yesterday. There. That ought to keep the beady eyed bugger from staring at him and looking all judgey.
And judgey was probably exactly what he'd be, too, because, after testing out a few games in the hopes to find one that really stuck with him today, the one that really stuck with him and got him way too sucked in was....adorable.
Don't you even dare judge him. By the end of his shift, he was totally going have the prettiest garden and the most stylish blue jeans the town had ever seen, and then go brain a monster with a flower pot!
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Now, those were words Prompto would have never expected to come out of his mouth ever, and yet there they were. But he had managed to score what was in his estimation the second coolest job anyone could have, so it wasn't that surprising. So he came in, checked to see if there was anything in particular that he needed to do that day, fired everything up, and then plopped down behind the counter to get his game on.
After tossing the raven the little metal chainmail ball he'd gotten from Norman yesterday. There. That ought to keep the beady eyed bugger from staring at him and looking all judgey.
And judgey was probably exactly what he'd be, too, because, after testing out a few games in the hopes to find one that really stuck with him today, the one that really stuck with him and got him way too sucked in was....adorable.
Don't you even dare judge him. By the end of his shift, he was totally going have the prettiest garden and the most stylish blue jeans the town had ever seen, and then go brain a monster with a flower pot!
[[open!]]
