Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [11/21].

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There was a new fluffy kitten in residence at the shelter that week, it seemed, and Prompto, who definitely always considered himself more of a dog person, was still totally already in love, because this little ball of fluff was also an adorable ball of fierce rage, who decided to make it a personal vendetta to try to attack all of the bigger dogs in the most precious way imaginable.

Fairly used to rambunctious other animals, the other dogs just seem to let the new cat do its things until it exhausted itself into the cutest sleepy pile of fur ever, and, having gotten to witness all of that, Prompto was definitely having a 'love my life' moment right now.

Granted, it was Prompto, so it was likely a very fragile and easily swayed moment, but it was nice while it lasted.

Furndado is open!

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Sabine had been meaning to find Prompto for at least a couple weeks now, and then something would happen or she'd turn around and be five or something. So she came in today with something in a protective folder.

"Somehow this is the first time I've been in here," she noted.

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"What?" Laughing, Prompto tore his gaze away from the relentless attack kitty to meet Sabine with a grin. "That's a travesty! This place is the best!"

He realized he was a little bit biased, though, but come on! Who in the world wouldn't love all these animals? The puppy pen alone...!

"But hey!" he remarked. "You're here now! What's up, Sabine? Are you looking to get a pet?

He sounded way too excited about that prospect, but, well, it was kind of their main thing here, finding homes for all these little dudes, and he could definitely see him hooking Sabine up with a relentless attack kitten. Oooh! Or a chameleon.

She totally needed a chameleon.

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"I'm probably not the right person for a pet right now," Sabine said, amused.

She'd have been an easier sell before she knew she could literally pick up and leave at any time. Which was a shame, because she would be the perfect person for an attack kitten.

"I came to bring you something."

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"I like somethings!" Prompto said brightly, chuckling a little, as he took a second to launch himself over the counter (feeling very proud of himself for not bungling it up, too, or accidentally kicking over the display of cat toys by the register on his way over) and bounced a bit on his way over to her. "Well, usually. Most somethings. I like most somethings, and I'd sort of hope you wouldn't go out of your way just to give me a bogus something, Sabine."

Which he felt opened up a good window for her to back out if it was, indeed, a bogus something.

But he couldn't even imagine that, so they were probably good.

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"I'm going to hope you don't think it's bogus," Sabine laughed. "Remember how I told you at homecoming I'd been working on something that became your birthday present, and is now your very belated birthday present?"

You know, like a month ago.

She handed over the folder, which was protecting a watercolor painting of him riding a carousel pegasus. Because some things needed to be immortalized.

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Hey, as someone who didn't even really get birthday presents from anyone except his parents up until a few years ago, even a very belated birthday present was more than welcome and a super great thing. Especially when it was something as unique and cool as this.

"Ohmygod," said Prompto, after giving Sabine a curious sort of look before flipping open the folder, and immediately laughing. And going incredibly pink. "Okay, wow. That's awesome."

And kind of embarrassing, really, because she'd actually taken the time to make that! And, sure, it was Sabine, making art was what she did, but there were about fifty million better things she could have spent that time and talent on, and he really didn't know what else to say.

Well, except, looking back at her with a grin he couldn't help even with the awkwardness he was feeling, "Thanks, Sabine. You'd didn't...I mean, that's...err, um." He laughed again, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, and just thought it would be best if he stopped trying, leaving it off with one more conclusive, "Thanks."

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"It's not a big deal," she assured him, wanting to put him at ease. "I saw it, it stuck in my head, I had to put it to paper."

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But it kind of was a big deal, to him, because she could have painted anything, especially at that carnival, and she'd thought him riding that carousel was good enough. But he wasn't about to try and explain that to her or anything, he was probably being awkward enough about it, and so he laughed it off again, shaking his head as he looked at the picture one more time before closing the folder to protect it for now. "Well," he said, "you did a great job, but that's not surprising."

Then he sort of preened a little, lifting his chin and squaring his shoulders loftily. "I'm glad it turns out I could be such a inspiring muse!"

Ahhh, mock bravado to cover crippling insecurity. A classic!

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"That you were," Sabine agreed with a smile. "So whatever you got going on in here today?"

You're welcome for the subject change!

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"Today?" Prompto asked, taking a second to dance backwards toward the counter to set the folder on it for safe-keeping and then bouncing forward those few steps again. "Not a whole lot, actually. Mostly just watching this little fluffball," he hitched his thumb over to the kitten currently terrorizing the largest dogs in the puppy pen, "prove his mettle." His face broke out into a lopsided grin. "It's pretty great, actually. Maybe you should try to paint him."

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Sabine had to go over and look.

"Pretty hard to paint something that never stops moving," she said dryly.

She loved this cat?