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Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [01/11].

It started out simply enough; Prompto had decided that he and Girl were going to have a photoshoot day at the shelter, so that he could snap a bunch of good pictures to send to Zack to let him know she was doing well and was in totally good hands (because he knew that if he had to leave behind his dog to go traipsing around back home, he'd definitely want as many adorable updates as possible), but he'd only gotten a few shots in before the familiar message of his memory being full popped up and he had to take a moment to go through his jam-packed-full album and get some of them saved to the external album he had because it was impossible to just delete them.

And it was also impossible not to get a little squishy and nostalgic as he went through some of the pictures still on his memory. Some as recent as the one's he'd taken from the zipline in Field Trip class two days ago, pictures of the newbie picnic last week, pictures of Hyrule, pictures of him and Yang kissing in Hyrule...pictures of them all dancing (mysteriously having captured him in the picture despite being the one to have taken it) to defeat those snow-jerks, nearly every animal in the entire shelter, that picture of Nell he'd told Nina he'd get. There were pictures from homecoming, from Greece, from the first welcome picnic, one of those first selfies with Vette where she taught him how good of a word 'Wookiee" was to get people to smile, the shuttle bus, the view of Eos on his way out, and, finally, that last picture he'd taken of him in the guys, in Noct's apartment, him and the prince mugging it for the camera in the foreground, Ignis caught in the act of pushing up his glasses, Gladio rolling his eyes but there was still a faint, amused smile on his face...

And that one pulled at Prompto's chest a little harder than he'd expected, and it hit him like brick that he hadn't seen any of those ugly mugs in person since he came here. Maybe...maybe he should see what it would take to arrange a trip home. Maybe just for the weekend, or something. He didn't even have to be back on Monday, since he didn't have any classes until Tuesday. If he let Noct know, he could probably foot the bill for it, too. He could get in some training, just hang out with them again...

Weird, how you didn't realize how much you could miss people until you actually stopped distracting yourself and were forced to look at it...

...not that he imagined they'd be missing him nearly half as much, but still...

So Prompto, biting his lip nervously, hesitated a moment as he leaned on his elbows on the counter, his foot dancing a little in the air behind him, before he decided to hit Noctis with a text.

Yo bro. wyd?

Furnado is open!

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And there went Nina barging in, around lunch.

"I come bearing food!!!!!!!!!!" she announced, posing dramatically with a bag of Moobys.

Mired deep into the trenches of memory lane at that point, digging even into some older pictures on his external memory hooked up to his phone now, Prompto looked up, blinking himself back into the present.

It took him a moment, but once he got there, he found his crooked grin and laughed. "Hey," he said, "I like food!"

"Well, I should hope so," Nina said, dropping the pose with a grin and wandering over to drop the bag on the counter. "What were you, like, doing????? You were totally out of it?????????????"

She considered him.

"Everything okay??????"

"No, yeah," Prompto's grin softened a little as he shook his head, waving a dismissive hand. "Everything's fine, I just got sucked waaaay into some old pictures. And some new pictures. I...take a looot of pictures."

Chuckling a little at the understatement, he unhooked the external memory from his phone and then tucked the phone into his back pocket, before leaning back on the counter to show that Nina had his undivided attention.

Well, somewhat divided,as the smell of the food hit him and he couldn't help pulling the bag closer for inspection. "Now let's see what you brought that's going to cost me a whole extra hour at the gym later."

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Yang had been out for one of her many daily training runs, and had been rounding the bend of Serendipity Place with the intention of stopping at the Perk for some bubble tea once she got back into the other side of town, when she realized Furnado was open.

And, well, it was Friday, which meant it was probably a certain other blond that was in there. And if not? Well. She could still play with puppies.

"Hey!" she said, sticking her head in the door. "Is this where a girl can go to hug some good dogs?"

And maybe cute boys? Maybe?

Nope! No cute boys in here; just the aggressively average.

Thanks, Mae.

The other part, though...

Prompto pulled himself out of another nostalgia rut half-convinced he'd actually imagined that he'd heard that voice. There were, after all, quite a few of pictures on his memory card that he'd lingered over a little wistfully, but that would be a clear sign that it was seriously time to put that camera away.

But he wasn't imagining it, and he blinked a little in surprise at the head poking through the door before his face almost immediately filled with red. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if Yang just thought that's what color his face naturally was.

He laughed, though, grinning stupidly at her. He tried not to, but it couldn't be helped. "Sure is," he said. "The best place to go hug some good dogs, in fact. And you've got great timing. It's just about primo puppy cuddling time."

And, looking at her, marveling for a moment over the fact that she'd actually come to visit him at work....well, visit the doggos, and him by proxy, at least, his grin managed to get even dopier. "Hey, Yang."

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His grin was not stupid! She liked his smile!

"Hey yourself, cowboy," she said, coming in the rest of the way and looking around. "It's, uh, okay for me to stop and visit, right? I'm not interrupting?"

"Oh, no, it's totally cool," Prompto assured her, grin going lopsided. "You're not interrupting anything. Actually, it's really good for the animals to have visitors, anyway."

He went to push himself up, hopping over the bar with a little hup!, narrowly missing a small display of cat toys on the way, but he made it without incident and jogged a little to close the gap of space between them.

"It's really good for me, too," he added, and the bright, shameless grin on his face was in direct contention with a moment of almost petrified indecision he felt stabbing through him.

Should....should he kiss her? He wanted to kiss her. He was still pretty flabbergasted that Yang even let him kiss her. He should...probably get the most out of that before she came to her sense about how terrible of an idea that was, right?

Right.

So...incredibly awkward kiss incoming! The kind that definitely, in a moment of panic, wasn't sure if it would be better to go for her cheek or her lips and was clearly just leaving it up to fate to decide!

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You weren't the only one with a flash of questioning uncertainty, Prompto. Yang still wasn't used to the idea there was someone she wanted to kiss, like, kiss-kiss, not 'use kissing as a lure to punch their face until she could get what she wanted.'

What? In her experiences, men tended to be really stupid!

Heck, was work even a place she was supposed to kiss someone? Except he was looking at her with that grin, and... she didn't really care about 'supposed to's.

So, Yang closed the rest of the space and leaned in to kiss him on the lips, one hand sliding around his waist almost by instinct.

It probably stayed juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust this side of PG-13. Mostly. There were impressionable puppies around.

Hey, Prompto's boss was totally out of town right now. They were totally good, even if a kiss like that almost made him feel like he probably should get in trouble. His own hands went to cup her face as he kissed her back, feeling pretty sure his brain was going to short out any moment between the kiss itself and the fact that, holy shit, there was a girl...this girl...who came to see him...well, puppies and him...at his work...to kiss him...well, probably not to kiss him, but it was still happening, and you'd think by now he'd start getting used to the idea but noooope.

So that grin wasn't going anywhere by the time he needed, you know, to breathe and stuff. In fact, it had probably gotten worse, and there was that look again, because this was just awesome, how was this a thing happening to him right now? And it was about to get even better because he pulled away enough to take her hand in his as he started backing up toward the puppy pen.

"C'mon," he said, "the dogs are over here."

It was a good thing Prompto took her by the hand and started leading her to the puppies, otherwise Yang had been about to kiss him again because that smile.

Instead she laughed and gave his hand a squeeze. "How big a puppy pile you think we can get going?" she asked, grinning back.

"Oh," said Prompto, very seriously, except for maybe that smirk, "the biggest. These guys are experts, Yang. You won't even believe the magnitude of the puppy pile you're about to witness."

And the dogs, it would seem, were more than eager to show them, as they immediately perked up and started crowding around the edge of the pen as soon as they were approaching. They knew what this meant! And Prompto hadn't been nearly attentive today as he usually was, so they had been waiting for this.

"It's best to just go over the pen," Prompto advised. "We try using the gate, they're all just going to rush out, and then I've got to go puppy wranglin'."

"Puppy wrangling is a dangerous business," Yang agreed, Most Seriously. "Trying to lasso one? Probably harder than trying to herd cats."

She hopped over the pen with ease, immediately crouching down and opening her arms wide. "Bring me the puppy most in need of love!"

That was going to be all of them, wasn't it?

Why, as a matter of fact, that would be all of them, yes!

...or actually, it was probably Prompto himself, but he would not be joining the wave of puppies that went rushing toward Yang and her open arms and her lickable face. He was just going to follow suit in hopping the pen and going to swipe up one of the scragglers and bestow him with some more personal cuddling instead of having to fend for himself over there in the gauntlet. With scraggler puppy in his arms, he plopped down next to Yang, grinning as he contemplated possibly trying his hand on just how difficult puppy lassoing might be, and just sort of...enjoying this for a moment, because this? This was pretty great right here.

Prompto was totally a Good Boy, and therefore qualified for cuddles as far as Yang was concerned.

Yang went down laughing under the onslaught of wagging tails and puppy kisses. "Such fearsome Hunters!" she enthused, alternating between hugging and (gentle) wrestling, depending on what they seemed to want. "Prompto's been taking really good care of you, huh?"

If those puppers could talk, they would assure Yang that Prompto was kind of the best at taking care of them. Not so much today, he hadn't been, but this was definitely making up for it.

Prompto, for his part, was much more modest, moving now to just lay on the floor, arms spread out, so whatever puppies weren't vying for Yang's attention could trot over and just pile on top of him, a game they were all very clearly familiar with, which almost always turned into a few rounds of King of the Mountain on his chest, as it was going to now.

"I try, anyway," he said, from underneath the pile. "You know I'm taking care of Zack's dog now, too, while he's away? She's pretty great, but she's not much of a puppy-pile type. She does make a great pillow, though."

"Yeah? Is she staying with you in your room? Or are you, like, apartment-sitting and go over there to take care of her?" Yang asked, turning her head to look at him while puppies piled over them both. "Because a puppy pillow sounds amazing."

"Oh, man," said Prompto, giggling and squirming slightly as one particularly industrious pup managed to nuzzle him at just the right ticklish spot under his chin; he successfully assuaged the attack by lifting a hand and scratching behind the puppy's ears. "Apartment-sitting would be so cool!"

Prompto, don't even. You'd be too terrified of ruining any of Zack's stuff, you'd probably just sit there in the middle of the room the whole time, careful not to touch anything. The man could summon chocobos, for crying out loud; he was practically a god in Prompto's eyes.

"But, no, she's just staying with me in my room." Which, he almost wanted to add, he had to himself now, but he didn't, going a little pink at just the thought of mentioning it. "Which means you'll just have to swing by and see for yourself, because you're right. A puppy pillow is amazing, and she's so good and smart, too. She's learned how to warn me of all the traps when I'm playing video games.

"She actually reminds me," he added, chuckling a little, because, look at what you've done now, Yang, you got him babbling. Puppy babbling, "of this one puppy I rescued, back when I was a kid. Poor little guy, found him on the side of the road, must have gotten hit by a car or something. But I took him in and nursed him back to health. He was really sweet and smart, too, and one day, I came home, and he wasn't there anymore. Guess he went to go find his way home; I was so worried that something else might have happened to him, but I also sort of...you know...knew he'd be okay, because that's the kind of dog he was. And you'll never guess, whose dog it turned out to be. Turns out, I'd gone and saved the dog of the princess of Tenebrae."

He knew that last part wasn't likely to mean much to Yang, but he shook his head a little, hearing his own words, then turned his head to look at her. "I know that sounds like a totally made up story, but I swear, it's true. I even still have the letter she sent me to thank me, if you don't believe me."

And he kept it in his sock drawer and it still sort of smelled faintly of her perfume.

Shut up.

"Uh, yeah I believe you. Why would you make something like that up?" she asked, sounding puzzled. "Save a puppy and help him until he finds his way back to his human? That's totally something you'd do, for anyone."

"--but, I mean, if you want me to come over after your shift, you can just say so. You don't gotta bribe me with another dog..." Yang, don't wink at the poor boy like that. You're going to break him.

Thankfully, there was a little bit of a buffer on that wink due to that first part, because it was hard for Prompto to not to feel just absolutely pleased and all warm-fuzzy over it. Yeah, so he might not be the bravest or the strongest or the coolest or anything, but he was the one that would save the hell out of a puppy, and he was more than okay with it if that's what people thought was totally something he'd do, for anyone.

But it did hit, and it was still pretty easy to tell the precise moment when it did. "No, I wasn't--!" But he cut the knee-jerk protest off with a sheepish laugh (winks were a good thing, Prompto) and a grin and found that he couldn't quite look at her for a moment. And he was pretty sure his face was burning right off, too. "I mean, I know. The dog was just...incentive. An added bonus. And you should. Come over. But maybe not tonight. I, uh....I kind of have a portal to catch after work."

A portal he'd briefly considered canceling, but...no. No way. It was all already planned out and he hadn't been home in so long...

He was red again? Was she being too annoying or pushy? Ugh, she was so not good at knowing where the line was.

"Oh really? What sort of adventure are you heading off on?" she asked instead, holding one of the puppies aloft like an airplane and making zoomie-noises for it.

No, Yang, no! That was just Prompto's dumb, goofy face!

"Not much of an adventure," he admitted, melting a little because omg zoomies. "Not unless you count training and video games as an adventure. I'm just going home, for the weekend. I haven't really been back since I left..."

And he wasn't entirely sure he could go back, even, but the sounded pretty reassuring at the office when he called.

"Uh, training and video games are totally adventures," Yang replied. "FUN adventures. They rank, like, just below 'dancing' and waaaaaaay above, like, doing the dishes."

"Leave it to you," said Prompto, grinning faintly, fondly, "to even think of classifying doing the dishes as an adventure, even if it's, like," his hand swept out a little, close to the ground, "lowest tier ever."

"In my house? Doing the dishes means keeping Zwei out of the sink because he wants to chase the bubbles, hoping Ruby or Qrow doesn't drop dishes everywhere, ignoring Tai complaining that you're doing it wrong because you're going too fast, resisting the urge to dunk Ruby in the sink when she puts bubbles in my hair, really being tempted to dunk Qrow for being Qrow -- or at least filling his flask with dishwater and seeing if he notices the difference -- and needing to do it three times a day!" Yang laughed.

She'd had to become the caretaker suddenly and too young; it was either laugh about the insanity of the Xiao Long - Branwen household, or let it depress her, and Yang was not going to let it depress her. Not with so many puppies to play with!

She moved the one she had in the air to one hand, and scooped up another puppy with her free hand, using them like weightlifting tools. "Check it out! Puppy lifting! And one and two and three--"

Yeah, but see...to a latchkey only child who never even saw his parents most of the time...his parents who weren't even really his parents, anyway, because he was just some Niflheim charity case that they probably didn't want anyway...and he couldn't even resent them for it, either, because it was way better to be neglected than to be a Nif, and they gave him a good life, they really did...a kid who didn't even have any friends until two years ago, when he met Noctis...that all sounded...

...incredible. And he listened to Yang tell it with a sort of distant, envious, fascinated smile before laughing a little at the puppy lifting.

Because he, too, learned it was better to just laugh it off than let it depress him. He was never being that kid again. Never.

Well..except when the island made him be that kid again, anyway.

"Your family sounds amazing, Yang," he informed her as he chuckled. "Almost as amazing as that form. You know, I never thought about lifting puppies before. Too squirmy. And I'd only end up wanting to cuddle them. So I just mostly stick to bags of dog food."

“Next time I go home, you should come with, if you want,” she offered, super-casually. “Oh! When you get back from your trip, we should totally do a training date or something! Something a bit more advanced than lifting dog food... cardio talking all these Good Dogs on walkies, or hand-to-hand or something.”

"I'd like that," Prompto said, after a while, grinning faintly even though he tried not. Wouldn't want to seem too absolutely, completely thrilled, right? "The...going home part, I mean," he clarified, "although the other stuff, too. And maybe next time, I can drag you to Insomnia with me, too," so not ready for that without a bit more prep, "but, trust me, you'll probably be bored out of your mind.

"The training date part sounds nice, too," he added. "Probably not hand-to-hand, though. I," could never in a million years bring himself to hit a girl he liked, "...I'm more of a range fighter, y'know? But...actually..."

His grin went crooked as it split across his face, an idea coming to him. "You know, Mae just told me about some abandoned shop she found with, like, a Danger Shop apparatus in there. She acted pretty cagey about it so I don't think she knows I figured out where it is, but I totally did. I bet we could sneak in there, set up whatever we wanted to do..."

“Can’t be bored if I’ve got you to entertain me,” Yang pointed out, a slow grin starting to creep over her face. “Breaking, entering, and Danger Shop-esque target practice? Sounds like a good time to me.”

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