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Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [11/30].

Prompto was starting to think that his shifts at Furnado were going to very quickly become just as much a mystery game about figuring out just exactly what Sidon had been up to the day before as it was about taking care of the animals and doing things like stocking shelves and taking care of things that might be coming in. At least this time, it wasn't so much that his coworker had been slacking off so much as the fact that Prompto was now finding the most random things in the most bizarre places, enough so that he thought maybe it had nothing to do with the Zora and was just the island being the island.

He supposed he'd wait until next week, to see how things went. If it was a normal day next week, then he'd chalk it up as a non-issue, but if not...dude, come on.

Like, seriously, was that a stapler buried in all the pet beds? And what was up with all the hand-sized, hexagonal green gems he was finding literally everywhere? It almost felt like a treasure hunt, once Prompto realized there were several of them buried in various spots around the shelter, which he didn't really so much mind, especially since he was pretty sure he was hearing a little fanfare every time he inadvertently uncovered one, which either meant he was going crazy or that life here on this planet was more like a video game than anyone would give it credit for.

He didn't want to complain or anything, of course, because that was pretty awesome, but rupee hunting was a distraction that Prompto did not need right now when he should be, you know, working.

Furnado is open!

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"Prompto!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Was that the siren call of doom? It was possibly the siren call of doom as Nina burst into Furnado, with Vette, and a very teeny, very tiny, three-headed puppy.

"Prompto!!!!!!!!!!! We need your expertise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's important!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And, oh, how that three-headed pup was going to lead to some very conflicted and confusing thoughts for Prompto in about thirteen years...

But for now, there were three of his favorite things bursting through the door, and one of them was deluded enough to think he had any expertise in anything that wasn't video games or photography (although he supposed that might be it?), and so he was, if anything, very intrigued.

And maybe a little scared.

"Well, if it's important," he said, straining a little to better see what he assumed was a small trio of little pups and deciding he was going to be very upset if this didn't lead to some puppy snuggles, "they you'd better get straight to it. What's up, guys?"

Vette was clinging to that puppy for dear life, yes. Also maybe a little scared, but mostly in a, 'what the hell is Nina thinking, I cannot possibly be responsible for another living thing, this guy needs to stay at the magic shop,' kind of way.

"Surprise dog," she explained, holding up the little guy, who was squirming and wiggling and alternating between trying to lick its other faces and trying to lick Vette's. "What do surprise dogs eat?"

"Uhhh..."

Prompto blinked. A few times, before narrowing his eyes and leaning forward as if that could help, almost half worried that the work he'd gotten on his vision a few years ago was starting to fail him, because he was pretty sure that this wasn't three separate tiny puppies and a trick of the light, this was actually...

"In this case?" he said, not sure who he should be eyeing with more suspicion here, but he was leaning hard toward the answer to this one being Nina with a quick read of the room. "Possibly about three times as much as any other surprise dog. How do you have a surprise dog? Or is the surprise the fact that...okay, it does have three heads, right? I'm not just completely going off the deep end right now, or something, am I?"

From the way she beamed back at him... er... yes, yes she was most likely to blame for this.

"Yes!!!!!!!!!! He has three heads!!!!!!!! He came from the Magic Shop," Nina explained, which explained both nothing and everything all at once. "Like Foomy did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Only less accidental since Nina had been deliberately attempting to summon...uh... demons.

She wasn't going to explain that to Prompto though. She wasn't stupid.

"And Vette is, like, so totally in love with him????????"

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"He licked my face," Vette muttered. "But he's staying at the magic shop! I'm not equipped for..."

She held up the puppy again. It wagged its tail. A lot.

He came from the Magic Shop. Like Foomy did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Foomy, the daemon.

Sure, Foomy was adorable if the pictures and the videos were anything to go by, but that didn't mean Prompto was anywhere near as close to being comfortable with the idea of adorable daemons as he might like to be, so he was definitely giving Nina a lingering, somewhat desperate look just then.

And then Vette held the puppy out. The puppy. With its little tiny puppy tail, and ohgods, puppies were too pure for this world, what did they ever do to deserve puppies?

Forget thirteen years from now. This little guy was giving him so many conflicted and confused feelings now.

"Oohmygod," he said, hands to his face for a second as if holding back a squeal before they reached out, "I have to take him. As the expert here, I believe it is my duty right now to take him. I can't know what kind of food he needs unless I get a closer look."

"Absolutely," Nina said brightly, ignoring that desperate look.

What? Magic Shops didn't only have demons. Honestly, Prompto.

"Like, he's too cute!!!!!!!!! You need to investigate!!!!!!"

In this case sometimes they had tiny fluffy cerberus beasties, too!

"Please, dog expert," Vette pleaded, passing the puppy over to Prompto. "Do your duty!"

Because if Prompto was holding the dog, she would not be, which meant she would not be falling more in love with it, see?

She couldn't have a dog! Especially not a dog that was three dogs!

And now Prompto had a squirming little three headed puppy with a very waggling tail and three tongues very eager to say hello! to their new friend, and, honestly, Prompto was surprised that he wasn't just a pitiful little puddle of mush on the floor right now.

"My dog expert senses," he explained to them, pulling up lofty in an attempt to squash down his gushing, "tells me we should mosey on over to the dog food section and have a look. There's a lot of puppy formulas, but, I'll be honest, I've seen stuff for when you have multiple dogs but nothing for when your dog has multiple heads. But then again, I hadn't exactly been looking, either. Come on."

And he started moving toward the food, figuring that if they didn't follow him, well, then, looks like the three headed possible daemon dog was just gonna have to be his....

Maybe they could, like, go all in on the puppy and each own it one-third of the time? One-third of the puppy?

Like, there were three heads and three of them. They could each name a head! It'd be great!

Nina tagged along.

"I'm pretty sure it only has, like, one stomach," she said helpfully.

"But all three mouths like chewing on things at once," Vette chimed in, ever so helpfully. "I think maybe he's teething."

They're teething?

She wasn't exactly sure how to refer to a puppy with three heads.

"Then he," they?, "will probably want some good teething chew toys, too, which is fine, we've got a lot of those. But I guess maybe regular puppy chow should work just fine, then, I mean, just one stomach. Then it's just a matter of whether it's more cute to give them each their own separate bowl or just to get one really big one and just let 'em go at it!"

And there was the food, and Prompto was still holding the dog, so he'd just let them have a look, because, in his dog expert opinion, the dog was clearly too comfortable to go back to one of them quite yet.

Nina laughed at the picture of that.

"Maybe when they're bigger separate bowls might work?????" she said, reaching over to scritch behind the ears of one of the heads. "But, like, right now they're kinda tiny and bowls have too much space between them????"

She thought? Nina had a wiggly ball of joy for a pet. It ate sandwiches.

She didn't really know what to feed a puppy. Or how.

And the closest thing to experience with pets that Vette had was being the lucky little thing that got to clean out the animal pits back when she'd belonged to the Hutt.

"Unless maybe it was one really, really big bowl, so that all three can have at it at once?"

She was a problem solver, that Vette.

Since neither of them were making a move for the food, Prompto reluctantly realized he'd actually have to work and not puppy-snuggle. Dang. "Here," he said, holding the dog out to whichever girl managed to snag him first, so that he could at least pull out his phone and just do a quick 'what do three-headed dogs eat?' search, just in case.

"Well, nothing online about any particular diet," he informed them, "so I guess any formula would work. This one seems to be the most popular one, it's what the puppies here eat, too, so start there? And if he...they...don't like it, we can try something else."

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Nina reached for the food, rather than the puppy, picking up a bag of it since a) she was buying it and b) it was part of her evil plan to have Vette adopt the puppy.

Which meant Vette had to be the one to hold it. It wasn't a complicated evil plan, but the good ones never were.

"What do we, like, do if one head likes it and the other two don't??????"

"Feed the other two puppy treats," Vette offered, taking the dog back.

Oh no, it was licking her face again.

"I mean..." She smiled a little, leaning her head back a bit, "since it only has one stomach, it isn't like the other two are going to starve, right?"

"That's a good point," Prompto agreed. "As long as one of them is eating, that should be enough, although three different tongues could mean three different sets of taste buds, so they might all like something different. Maybe...maybe I can talk to Zack about letting me put together some kind of puppy chow sample pack or something, so we can try a bunch of different options for them. I mean, it' s not like we can't just use the open bags to feed the puppies here, right? Everybody wins!"

"Oh!!!!!!!!! That'd be a fantastic idea!!!!!!!!!! Do you think he'd go for it??????" Nina asked hopefully. "Like, we'll be needing to buy things anyway for them--there's nothing at the shop for a puppy to play with that's, like, safe. Or edible, really..."

"Besides the books," Vette noted. "I'm pretty sure I saw some chew marks in a few of the books."

The books probably had it coming anyway.

"Yeah," Prompto had to chuckle at that, and tried not to think of the nightmare that would be trying to keep three teething puppy heads from not teething on everything in the whole entire world, "then, definitely getting some toys, before Nina winds up losing half her paycheck to cover the damage costs of half-eaten books."

He was then holding out his hands to Nina to offer to take the bag of dog food from her, because there was no way he was letting her carry that thing around, what was he, an animal?

"Maybe get a nice comfy bed for him, too, so he's got a nice place to sleep."

And, you know, if it was a matter of strength then, really, Nina was probably the one who should keep carrying it, since out of the three of them, she was, as far as she knew, the only one of them who was any good at close range combat.

If Prompto ever arm-wrestled with her, he was going to lose so bad.

But he was being a gentleman, and Nina always appreciated being treated like a lady, so she handed over the bag, with a smile.

"Thanks so much," she said, honestly and sincerely. "Which way are the beds????? I'll carry that!!!!!!!!"

"I've got the important part, here," Vette noted, still leaning her head back, because three times the heads meant three times the tongues trying to lick all over her face. "What else do people usually get for dogs? Food, toys, a bed, kind of sounds like it to me, but... admittedly, I've never really had a dog."

"Other than a lot of love and affection," Prompto, who might not do close combat, true, but come on! He worked hard for these guns!, grinned a little, "that's about it, I think. I've never had a dog before, either, except this one time I kinda....took care of one I found that got injured, on the side of the road, when I was younger."

He couldn't help smiling fondly at the memory of little Tiny, later revealed to be Pryna, the very start of everything good that ever happened in his life.

"And the beds are right over there, by the toys," he cocked his head over the bag of food. "I'm gonna go set this over by the counter, you two can get started at looking, but, uhhh, keep an eye out for weird green gems as you're checking it out; I think I managed to find all of 'em, but I could have missed a few."

Yes, yes, they were very nice guns! Nina liked them, she did. If she ever met Gladiolus, though, well... sorry, Prompto, your guns weren't that fine.

"Sounds good!!!!!!!!" Nina chirped, already heading off in the direction of the beds. Then she paused. "Are, like, the gems dangerous????????"

"If they are, I have dibs," Vette chirped.

Because of course she did.

Ugh, story of Prompto's life. Dang it, Gladio, you gosh darn hunk!

"They're not dangerous," Prompto sounded almost apologetic about it, too, "at least not as far as I can tell. They're just confusing and were everywhere for no reason whatsoever."

There had, actually been a very good reason, if anyone were to ask Sidon and the fox, it, of course,no one had.

"I mean, given that we've got the puppy with us, that's probably for the best???????"

They didn't really want to be fighting with the puppy around, right?

"But that just means we'll have to find danger somewhere else!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina, no. "Vette, let's look at the beds!!!!!!!!!!"

"Hey, I was just gonna weaponize 'em," Vette said, shrugging and starting off toward the beds. "Could've been fun."

Hashtag Just Vette Priorities.

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