The C.I.C., Tuesday Afternoon - Evening [10/02].

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After amusing himself a little too much by confusing the raven by offering tiny metal biscuits instead of the usual bits of chainmail, Prompto got to work. Like, actual work work, kind of, in a way. He'd had an idea for a rig on his phone that would allow him to stream King's Knight over the nice big monitors at the shop, he could shoot the shit with Noctis over the headset as they raided together, and maybe he could even start working on some sort of mod that would make it easier to get other people involved, too, because that would be cool as hell.

And, sure, he knew there were plenty of other new games that he had to explore, but sometimes, you just had an itch that you needed to scratch, and nothing beat being able to talk shit to your best friend in a co-op while completely annihilating his score and getting pretty much paid while doing it.

"Gettin' pretty rusty there, Noct. I swear, what would you do without me?"

"I don't know; become a more productive member of society?"

"Yeah, but why would you want to do that?"

The C.I.C. is open!