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Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [06/06].

Prompto had sort of been on the edge of his veritable seat with anticipation for Thursday to get here, especially since he didn't know when this whole 'talking animal' things might wear off. And, sure, he had a key, he could have come in at any time, but he knew the moment he came into the shelter, he would not want to leave for anything.

"Ohmygod," he gushed, "I am not going to survive this. Ohmygod, please tell me more."

Who thought hearing the samesame puppy about chasing his own tail a million times would somehow manage to get better with each and every telling, especially since that particular puppy was wont to show Prompto all about said tail chasing? And then there was the one who bragged that he actually had caught his tail, once, and the bright chorus of disbelief and tackles that followed almost did him in entirely.

Every so often, the vet had to come over and poke him and remind him that there was work that needed to be done, and he'd go and snap out of his swoon long enough to take care of it, and then he'd hop right back in the puppy pen to all their bright eagerness to see him again and tell him this new story, which was pretty much an old story he'd heard maybe an hour ago, but he didn't mind at all, they were just so stinkin' cute, and he wondered if it would violate the agreement if he just took every single one of them by the armful and filled the new Club House with every single one of them. Wall to wall puppies, telling stories about eating bugs and how great everything was.

Maybe he'd died. Prompto would totally be down with the idea that he had died, and this was actual heaven right now.

Well. Except for maybe that gerbil...

Furnado is open!

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"For the record," Iris told Silly, pausing outside the door to the shop, "you remember that Zack ain't here today and that we got plenty of greens at home, right?"

Silly bobbled agreement on her shoulder.

"Yesyesyesyes! Kaakaakaakaasan, Sillywantstoseefriends!"

Iris thought of pointing out that Silly didn't have any friends at the shelter, as far as she knew, and gave it up as a lost cause. Besides, that seemed kind of mean to say to her dumbass chicobo.

"Alright, alright," she said, pushing the door open. "We're goin' in!"

"Yayyayayayayayay!"

Almost as if an alert had gone off in his head, a little magical chime of something awesome just walked in through the door, Prompto's attention shifted from puppy on his lap, telling him all about how she won the last King of the Mountain Puppy Pile (which was one of the many adorable things Prompto was learning that the puppies got themselves involved in when no one was around, which was...amazing). "...wait, hold on, little lady," he told her, feeling back about cutting her off, but he made up for it with an exceptionally good ear scratch. "To be continued, someone just came in." He lifted her up and set her down, pushing himself to his feet. "BRB, they might need help."

"Bring back treats!" one of the puppies cried out after him, and he had to laugh.

"Well, duh, obviously, when I come back, there's gonna be treats."

And then he saw who'd come in, and he opened his mouth, lifting a hand, to greet her, but then he saw what Iris had with her, and his mouth stayed open for a long, long moment, hand suspended in the air half-way to a wave, his whole self suddenly having lost the ability to resume all motor functions (and, arguably, brain functions) for a bit.

"Ear--" He started, then stopped, reminding himself Eye-ris, not Ear-ris, "Iris, is that...are you....is this..."

Speech was impossible right now. He was just going to settle on a wide-eyed, disbelieving, Pretty-Sure-His-Heart-Had-Stopped whisper of, "Ohmygodyouhaveababychocobo."

Followed swiftly by a truly dismayed, betrayed, "Zack! BRO! You have been holding out on me!!!"

But the anger was swift and fleeting, because, "Ohmygod, Iris. He...she?...'s perfect."

The little dude hadn't even said anything to him yet, and he was already seriously about to cry right now.

Iris blinked, not having expected that sort of reaction, and then—

"Kaasan! Kaasan! HesaidI'mperfectcanIgosayhi?"

--and then she laughed. "Yeah, I got a chicobo," she said. "Go say hi, Silly."

That was all the permission Silly needed to launch himself off her shoulder and bumble over to Prompto. "Hihihihihihihihi! I'mSillywho'reyounewfriend?"

"....ohmygod," said Prompto, eloquently, especially since he felt literally incapable of saying anything else as there was a tiny little chicobo bumbling toward him right now, and he was honestly impressed he'd managed to get that much out of his mouth right now.

Those little wings! The tiny legs! SO FLUFFY!!!!

Okay, okay. Deep breaths, there, Prompto, buddy. Deep breaths, you can do this, you weren't totally going to die, it was okay, there was a tiny little baby chocobo headed your way right now!!!

Deep breaths, and then his words all came out in one big rush, "OhmygodSillyhihihiI'mPromptoIamtotallyyournewfriendwecanbebestfriendsohmygodyouareperfect!"

Iris was… was totally laughing. How could she not?

Especially since…

"Prombt? Promtoo? Promtoes!" Silly did a meandering little loop as he tried out variations on Prompto's name before fluttering around Prompto's head. "Promtoes! Hiwhat'sabestfriendcanwebe?"

"Ohmygod," said Prompto, who would probably be saying that a lot right now. "Promtoes."

Dead. He was dead. He was totally, completely, unrelentingly being straight-up murdered by a little tiny chocobo doing little loopy circles who talked and called him Promtoes.

Too. Fucking. MUCH, man!!

"Holdonholdonholdon," he said, trying to catch his breath and again and to not buckle under the weight of ADORABLE OVERLOAD, and pulling out his phone, for dramatic effect, but also because he so totally needed to record this, "okay, hold on, little new best friend dude, I need a second to just text everyone I know and let them know it was nice knowing them, because I do not think I am going to survive this, like, at all."

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"Phone! Phonephonepone! Goingtosayhi,hitowho? SayhiSilly!"

Of course Silly knew what a phone was! And those little excited loops were going to aim for a fluttering land on Prompto's arm, only to miss once, through sheer excitement, before coming around to try again, with hopefully better results!

Aim was a work in progress here? But he was trying really hard to impress his new friend!

"Whoarewesayinghito?"

Baby chocobo on his arm!

BABY CHOCOBO ON HIS ARRRRMMMMMMM!

"Ahahahaha," said Prompto, which was sort of words, sort of a laugh, pretty much just what his brain was going through at that moment because that was about as complex as it could manage to get beyond the sheer amazingness of there being an adorable baby chocobo on his arm talking to him right now, and then it was followed by something that sounded a bit like a wheezing squeal as if passed through a tire releasing air. "Ohmygod.

"Err, we're...uhhhh....gonna say hi to....." Who needed to see this the most? Well, that easy! "Noctis! Wanna say hi to one of my other best friends, Silly? His name's Noctis, he's not nearly as cute as you are, but he's pretty awesome. Wanna say hi to my friend Noctis?"

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"Yesyesyesyesyes!"

Which, it should be noted, would have been Silly's response to saying 'hi' to anyone.

"Knock? Knockknockknockonthedoor! PromtoessayshiandsodoesSilly!"

Iris? Iris was just going to meander that-a-way to go say hi to all the puppies. Silly and Promtoes--she ducked her head, still laughing--seemed to have things covered there.

Prompto chuckled...no, no, he was straight up giggling right now, as he realized that having an adorable little baby chocobo chirping in your ear while on your arm while you were trying to manage your phone was a lot harder than it would have seemed, and there may have been a moment where he turned his head and lifted said arm to better nuzzle a forehead against Silly.

So. Fluffy!!!

And if Iris didn't come back, she might find herself suddenly without a chicobo, because Prompto could not guarantee he wouldn't just straight up kidnap the little guy and keep him for, like, ever and ever.

"Hold on, hold on, little Silly dude," he finally managed to get out. "I have to get him on the other line first, okay? He's a prince, you know, that means he's kind of a busy guy--there he is! Yoyoyo, Noct! Noct! Hey, look! Look what I found!"

And so now he turned the phone with Noctis' confused but intrigued face toward Silly, leaning in to whisper, "Now you say hi Noctis, okay?"

Oooooooooh, forehead nuzzlings! Forehead nuzzlings! Silly's chirping at that descended just into happy burblings of complete incoherency. Totally blissful, though. Happy little puddle of fuzz clinging to that arm.

Silly blinked as the phone turned towards him, doing a full body shake to de-puddle and floof up even more, at the summons.

"Hihihihihihi!" he said, flailing his little wings for all he was worth in greeting. People waved, Silly flailed. It was about the same thing. "HiI'mSillyyou'reknoc—"

And he flailed right off of Prompto's arm there. Please hold, while still flailing, bumbling, and still rambling about 'knockknockknock' Silly managed to tumble through the air, entirely untroubled by this, to bobble up to land—there!—on Prompto's shoulder properly.

"Promtoessayswe'refriendssoyou'refriendtooKnock?"

"Ohmygod," said Prompto.

"Whut," said Noctis.

"Uhhhh," he continued, because a sudden random call from Prompto squealing about a talking baby chocobo was not at all what he expected out of his morning. "Uh, yeah. We're....friends."

Pause.

"With Promtoes."

Not even Noctis could keep a snorting smirk off his face at that one, and Prompto's face went red and he tried not to think about how this could potentially backfire on any hopes for any sort of street cred, but, well, come on, it wasn't like Noct didn't know his friend was totally coocoo for chocobos.

"This is Silly, Noctis," he offered. "He's Eye-ris's pet or something and I totally didn't even know she had one, but this was, like, the perfect time to find out because all the animals are talking right now, and, dude, duuuuude, it's the most amazing thing ever."

"Sounds more like a headache, if you ask me."

Prompto gasped. Gasped! Dramatically put his hand to his heart, as carefully as he could, anyway, to not disturb the little dude. "How dare you!"

Yeah, Silly was getting basically none of that, though he was trying really, really hard to follow the conversation.

"Kaakaakaasan'sthebest!" Silly offered since, sure, he got that Promtoes was talking about his mom! "Shedaresallthedare!"

That was not wrong, however little bearing it had on the rest of the conversation going on.

"Knocknothere? Knocklikephone?" Silly was going to totter forward to see if the screen got bigger. Only that really accomplished little other than trying to shove his head against it. "Promtoesfriendfarawaywithdares?"

Congratulations, Silly. You were managing to even crack Noctis a little bit with that one, and he tried not to, but once his little bird face just getting closer to the screen, he couldn't hold back a laugh. "Yeah, that's right, Silly," he said, thinking that that even sounded like one of those dumb names Prompto would give something, too. "Promtoes' friend is far away...so you help look after him, okay?

"...he needs all the help he can get."

"Hey!" Prompto protested at first, then laughed, shrugging just a little as he looked at Silly, just shaking his head, like, can you even believe this guy? "But he's not wrong."

Between Silly and Girl, Iris and Zack were kind of a terrible pair of people to name anything, it was true.

Silly's head swiveled between Knockonthephone and Promtoes.

"Promtoesindanger? Sillyguard! Sillygoodguard! WatchingalwayswatchingkeepaneyeonPromtoes!"

Silly puffed himself up, trying to look, er, intimidating.

As intimidating as a baby chocobo could look anyway.

"Vest vesty vest vest vest!"

Hello, Prompto. Have a Stance, trotting happily into the shop, a stick in his mouth, slurring just slightly around it but otherwise having no trouble at all doing a little singsong around it.

"Gonna get a vesty vesty vest!"

Kanan sighed as he let the door close behind them.

"Yup," he agreed. "Today is vest-vesty-vest day."

Thanks for giving his dog that idea, Tip.

"D'awwwwwwwww." Sure, there was nothing in existence that could beat the heart-stopping cuteness that was a baby chocobo that talked and called him Promtoes ever, but, come on, this was pretty near up there, too.

This was the best week ever, and Prompto's dumb stupid grin remained on his face even as he looked from #BeardGoals' dog to #BeardGoal's himself.

"S'up, Mr. Jarrus?" he asked, just barely holding back from adding a long time, no see. "Lemme guess; you guys are here for a vest?"

"A swimming vest, specifically," Kanan replied, glancing down at his dog, who was doing a merry little front-paw prance-in-place right then and there. "Somebody put the idea in his head that he'll have an easier time making friends with the ducks if he's not splashing all over the place trying to get to them."

"We're going to be the most best besty best friends because of my vest vesty vest!"

"... I don't have the heart to deny him this."

Especially while the ducks could actually communicate with him in the same language Stance was using. Hell, maybe miracles would actually happen. Kanan wasn't holding his breath, but...

"I don't see how anyone could have the heart to deny this little guy anything," said Prompto, who was about halfway to just automatically feeding Stance some treats just for existing.

Much less the guy who pretty much gave the Drama Diamonds his office.

It was pretty bad when Prompto Argentum thought you were soft, dude.

"But we definitely got those, and we'll just have to go find one that fits you, my furry dude, and one that'll go nicely with all those dope spots you got there. You'll make friends with so many ducks, you won't even know what to do with all that friendship. Come on." He beamed at the dog then grinned a little at Kanan, quirking his head toward the section they'd need before heading that way and trying so, so hard not to bounce a little as he did it, because, um, hello, picking out adorable swimming vest for cute dogs, this job was the beeeeeeeest eeeeevvvveeeerrrrrrrr this week, "I'll show you."

"Lead on," Kanan chuckled, trailing along behind as Stance pranced on ahead. "Stance here has been telling me all morning he wants rainbows. Please, tell me you have rainbows."

Or, rather, tell Stance there were rainbows. Stance couldn't even see rainbows, but he knew he wanted them.

"Rainbows!" Stance agreed. "Rainbows for me, on my vesty-vesty-vesty! I'm going to have so many friends I'm going to have to share!"

"We got rainbows," Prompto assured them, laughing as he did, in fact, bounce along, even if he wasn't entirely sure. They had to, though, right? And if they didn't, he'd seriously run on over to T&C, grab some paints, and make rainbows for the little dude. "They'll suit you pretty well, buddy, but I think you already knew that, didn't you? And friends are best when they're shared anyway, right? Even when you don't have so many, it's always good to share. Think I could be friends with some of those ducks, too?"

"I bet you could! I bet the ducks would like you veryverymuch! Oh! You could get them vest-vest-vesty-vests too! Then they wouldn't have to work to swim all the time!"

Kanan was... just kind of laughing into his hand.

"I don't think that's quite how ducks work, buddy."

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