fandomtownies | Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [12/20].

It maybe took Prompto all of two seconds out the door to utterly regret the agreement he'd made with Sidon about their duties at Furndado, but he really didn't have a choice in the matter. If it was freezing cold out here for him, he couldn't imagine what it was going to be like for someone with Sidon's anatomy, so he really was the better choice of the two of them to go make sure everything was okay with the pets. Sure, they could have also assumed that Zack, their boss, would have it covered, but they would have both felt so useless and lame if they weren't more proactive about it.

Plus, bonus, there was a generator at the shelter, which was a damn good thing, because the logistics of making sure all the animals were safe and sound in the middle of all of this would be a damn nightmare.

So everything was working out pretty well...until it wasn't.

"Noooooo," Prompto's eyes went wide even before the dull whine of the failing power finished. "Nononononono!"

He didn't waste any time rushing out to the back to see what happened with the generator, this very important generator necessary to keep all those birds and fish and reptiles alive, and was immediately incensed to see some sort of lumpy, dumpy, weirdly menacing...thing made of snow messing with it.

Incensed enough to have no regard for either his fear or his cold in just that moment. "Hey, you snow-jerk!" he shouted, charging forward, about to let all those roundhouse kicks and uppercuts he'd laid on random helpless poster stands in class get some good use as he knocked out some icicle teeth and coal eyes. "Back the fuck off!"

That was able to subdue the snow-jerk for a moment, at least, as Prompto's brain swirled with one idea and one idea alone: how to protect this generator, especially as the snow-jerk was pulling himself back together and the snow over their heads just kept falling. "Yo, Doc!" he shouted back into the store, as he knelt down to see what damage had been done to the generator and, with a rush of relief, realized he'd gotten out in time before it was too bad, this he could easily fix. "I need you to grab some of those heat lamps we got for people who want reptiles and shit! We're going to make sure any of these snow-holes trying to hurt these animals'll be nothing but puddles by the time they get here!"

So after a whirlwind of chaos and fighting and dragging things out and fixing, area around the generator was surrounded by every heat lamp in the store not currently keeping some reptiles warm; the generator itself was surrounded by an igloo of bags of kitty litter and dog food, and Prompto stood on guard with a pooper scooper, ready to bash in the face of any snow-jerk who managed to make it through the heating-lamp gauntlet. But since he didn't trust the lamps themselves to be quite powerful enough, he tried to think of other possible lines of defense before shooting off a text and mentally crossing his fingers.

He didn't care if he had to remain glued to this spot until whatever this storm was passed; he was not letting these snow-jerks take this one!

Fort Furnado is open! Er...kind of.

[[I'M SORRY, I REFUSE TO LET THIS GENERATOR DIE, THERE ARE PUPPIES ON THE LINE, PEOPLE!]]

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Who was that absolutely miserable form, draped head to toe in too many blankets, making her way resolutely to the animal shelter with a blow dryer in one hand and a blaster in the other?

Why yes. Yes it was Vette.

"You know I already blew off my own job today," she complained as she made her way over to the igloo. "You're lucky you've got puppies here, Prompto."

"Vette!"

Honestly, Prompto was too relieved to see her instead of another stupid snow-jerk to care about her grumbling, practically launching himself at her for a hug. "You actually made it! Excellent! And you brought the goods? Believe me, the puppies will owe you their undying love for all eternity for this, all those stupid snow-jerks keep trying to take out the generator to turn all the puppies into popsicles!"

Even his excitement over seeing her wavered at the thought, a little tremble in his expression that had nothing to do with the cold, because, really, with all the heat lamps employed and put to hard work, it actually was kind of warm if you stuck near the fort.

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Hug incoming! Though it was hard to cling to Prompto and to the blankets at the same time, Vette wasn't going to turn down any manner of body heat coming her way.

Even if humans were cold compared to Twi'leks. Sigh, cold humans.

"I brought the goods," she confirmed, lifting up the dryer and waggling it around. "I'm guessing it's for melting these snow-jerks, huh? They really didn't like my blaster bolts."

Hot plasma to the face had a funny way of ending badly for a guy made of snow.

"Oh, man," Prompto gushed. "I didn't even think about blaster bolts!"

And why would he? Him and all this quaint little bullets?

"Something like that would definitely be a lot faster than the hair dryer," he admitted, pulling off his black knit cap and running a hand over his head for a moment, "but I still really needed to do something about this hat hair."

Vette took one look at that hat hair.

And then she broke into a bout of mad giggles.

Humans were hilarious sometimes. And this from the Twi'lek who had about five blankets wrapped around her and wasn't coming out from under them for love or money.

"Well, it's probably cheaper than replacing my blasters' power packs," she noted, "but if there's any time to make use of these things, now is it."

"Cheaper, but slower," Prompto said, carefully fitting his cap back on, still taking a moment to artfully brush a small bit of his hair out to peek out from it, before if he was going to be standing guard all day, he had to at least try to look good doing it. He grimaced slightly "If I have nightmares in the form of slowly melting snow-jerk faces all next week, we'll know exactly why."

But the grimace founds its way back to an easy grin again. "You wanna stick around for a bit, fight off the next few idiot snow-holes who try to take us down? I've got us set up pretty good, if I do say so myself, and you came all this way. You'll have to at least head inside and warm up with some puppy time before you go. I think they'll like that."

And he was preeeeetttttty sure Vette would, too.

"You keep using the 'puppy' word," Vette noted. "I'm pretty sure that means I live here now."

She did not. But wouldn't that be nice?

"Okay, Gunshow. Just because you asked so nicely, I'll stay here and show you my great gunslinger moves while you demonstrate your... hairdressing prowess, I guess?"

Prompto waggled his eyebrows at her before giving the dryer a little spin in his hands until he was gripping it like a gun, extending out an arm and taking aim as his finger hit the switch and the familiar little whrrrrrr...might have filled the air if it wasn't for the noise from the generator easily drowning it out.

"This baby's got a sweet ultra heat setting on it, too," he said. "Crucial to getting that little swoop perfect every time. Not all of us can just roll out of bed looking fresh as a sylleblossom like you, Princess."

"Speak for yourself, Gunshow," Vette laughed, shaking her head and smirking sidelong at that hairdryer.

It was kind of adorable, when she was packing twin blasters.

"Even my eyebrows take effort in the morning, you know."

Since Twi'leks didn't actually naturally have any.

Prompto knew he was outclassed here; he might as well just embrace it.

....kind of how he went about nearly anything in his life, really!

"Well," he informed her, "you do good work, because they are on point.

"Aaaand, of course," he added, looking down the alley with its soft heat-lamp glow, "now that I have backup, the snow-jerks have decided to become big fat no-shows."

"They're just afraid of the great stockpile of ammunition we've got out here," Vette laughed. "My blasters, your... dryer thing. We've got deadly weapons and style, they can't possibly compete."

A pause.

"Can we go inside now?"

She was never coming out from under these blankets again. Look at her, she was blue!

"You go ahead," Prompto told her with a faint smile, quirking his head toward the ~~super modded~~ back door. "Go give those puppies some love. I'm just going to stay out here and keep guard, just so those snow-jerks don't get any funny ideas and start messing with all my hard work."

He was super-proud of Fort Furnado, really, even if you ignored that it was basically essential, too.

Vette smiled a little at that, and then, after a moment, stepped forward and pressed one of her blasters into one of his hands.

"For when the dinky little motor on that thing inevitably burns out," she informed him. "You get a hundred shots on that before it needs a new power pack. If you need to come in and reload or thaw out, we can swap off. Okay?"

Well, at least now Prompto had a little blush on his cheeks to keep his face a little more warm, but it was a grateful kind of blush as his grin went crooked and he nodded.

He liked his dinky little motor thing; it at least deserved creativity point, right? But there was no denying that her way was a bit more...ahhh...efficient.

He wasn't planning on wasting any of her ammo unless he absolutely had to, though.

"Okay," he agreed. "Thanks, Vette."

"Hey, anything for the puppies, right?" She smiled a little crookedly. "I'll keep an eye on things inside. Get some hot water going for hot chocolate or something. So long as the power is going, that shouldn't be a problem and anyway, someone has to keep those things from trying the front door, too. It works out."

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [12/20].

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