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fandomtownies2018-10-30 06:50 am
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The C.I.C., Tuesday Afternoon - Evening [10/30].
"So it worked?"
Prompto Argentum, fully geared up and ready with his headset and controller, the comfiest of all the chairs in the place, surrounded by bags of snacks and bottles of soda, was clearly prepared for an evening of epic 'hard work' that Tuesday at the C.I.C., grinning stupidly at his monitor at the main desk.
"Of course it worked," Noctis's voice came back to him through the headset. "I still can't believe you spent your birthday money buying a gaming system for me."
"Worth it!" Prompto sang back. "What's the point in kicking ass, taking names, stomping on newbs with all these Earth games if I can't do it with my best friend? I'm just glad I was able to rig up something to work with our tech, but it helps that, you know, it's not really that diff--oh, hey! Watch your six, you've got--nice!"
"Thanks; I think I might be finally getting the hang of this."
"Yeah, maybe in a few weeks, I might even be able to stop carrying your ass all around the map."
"Right, because who had the higher kill score the last few games?"
"Glitch! I had a glitch! Also, a customer, I am technically working right now, you know."
"You are such a nerd."
"Hey, I may be a nerd, but at least I'm not a dork."
"Hey, I may be a dork, but at least I'm no---ugh, crap. Iggy's home, he's probably going to start getting on my case about homework."
"Iggy can go suck a chocobo egg."
"...Is that Prompto?"
"Hiiiiiiiii, Igniiiiiiiiiis!"
"Prompto, Noctis can't be playing video games all night; he has school in the morning."
"Yeah, and so do I, and it won't be all night, the C.I.C. isn't open all night, just most of--Aww, crap! That was a sucker shot! Iggy! Stop distracting me!"
"But I--ugh, never mind. I'm going to prepare dinner; I hope your Highness can tear himself away long enough at least to eat?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
And that was pretty much how it was going to be that evening at the C.I.C. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The C.I.C. is open! (but perhaps a little distracted).
Prompto Argentum, fully geared up and ready with his headset and controller, the comfiest of all the chairs in the place, surrounded by bags of snacks and bottles of soda, was clearly prepared for an evening of epic 'hard work' that Tuesday at the C.I.C., grinning stupidly at his monitor at the main desk.
"Of course it worked," Noctis's voice came back to him through the headset. "I still can't believe you spent your birthday money buying a gaming system for me."
"Worth it!" Prompto sang back. "What's the point in kicking ass, taking names, stomping on newbs with all these Earth games if I can't do it with my best friend? I'm just glad I was able to rig up something to work with our tech, but it helps that, you know, it's not really that diff--oh, hey! Watch your six, you've got--nice!"
"Thanks; I think I might be finally getting the hang of this."
"Yeah, maybe in a few weeks, I might even be able to stop carrying your ass all around the map."
"Right, because who had the higher kill score the last few games?"
"Glitch! I had a glitch! Also, a customer, I am technically working right now, you know."
"You are such a nerd."
"Hey, I may be a nerd, but at least I'm not a dork."
"Hey, I may be a dork, but at least I'm no---ugh, crap. Iggy's home, he's probably going to start getting on my case about homework."
"Iggy can go suck a chocobo egg."
"...Is that Prompto?"
"Hiiiiiiiii, Igniiiiiiiiiis!"
"Prompto, Noctis can't be playing video games all night; he has school in the morning."
"Yeah, and so do I, and it won't be all night, the C.I.C. isn't open all night, just most of--Aww, crap! That was a sucker shot! Iggy! Stop distracting me!"
"But I--ugh, never mind. I'm going to prepare dinner; I hope your Highness can tear himself away long enough at least to eat?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
And that was pretty much how it was going to be that evening at the C.I.C. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The C.I.C. is open! (but perhaps a little distracted).