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fandomtownies2020-01-30 07:01 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote in fandomtownies2020-01-30 07:01 am
Furnado Animal Shelter Thursday [01/30].
There would absolutely not be giant floppy sunhats for any of the animals at the shelter that Thursday, because Prompto was still being a little bit cranky about the fact that there were apparently murder chocobos in this world, but no actual awesome chocobos, and it just seemed like a terrible injustice, man. Like, he wondered if you could actually tame and train the murder chocobos like regular chocobos, but who would even want to try? It was messing with his head a little bit, and it made him feel pretty homesick.
As if his world didn't involve things way worse than murder chocobos, and then there was just the fact that Prompto had almost never left the city of Insomnia and was quite unaware for the fact that Eos had its fair share of murder chocobo-like creatures to contend with, too, and they made the birds from class seem like godsdamn chickens.
He was also a little worried about Nina and her being sick and all, though he was pretty sure it was just a cold and would pass, but this place had given him traumatic paranoia to the max and he would never not fret about it turning into something much worse than just a cold. So, just to make sure she was still okay, even if not top notch, he was going to send her frequent messages and memes and random shit and hope that, when the responses were slow, it was because she was napping and resting like she should be.
So he was working pretty hard around the shelter to distract himself, while also taking lots and lots and lots of puppy-snuggling cuddle breaks.
Furnado is open!
As if his world didn't involve things way worse than murder chocobos, and then there was just the fact that Prompto had almost never left the city of Insomnia and was quite unaware for the fact that Eos had its fair share of murder chocobo-like creatures to contend with, too, and they made the birds from class seem like godsdamn chickens.
He was also a little worried about Nina and her being sick and all, though he was pretty sure it was just a cold and would pass, but this place had given him traumatic paranoia to the max and he would never not fret about it turning into something much worse than just a cold. So, just to make sure she was still okay, even if not top notch, he was going to send her frequent messages and memes and random shit and hope that, when the responses were slow, it was because she was napping and resting like she should be.
So he was working pretty hard around the shelter to distract himself, while also taking lots and lots and lots of puppy-snuggling cuddle breaks.
Furnado is open!