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Furnado Animal Shelter Thursday [01/06].

"Wait, no, Boots! Hold still! Just one sec--hey! Wait! Socks! Come back with that! I need that!"

One would think that a few weeks wrangling birds into hats would prepare Prompto better for this sort of thing, but it appeared as though his attempts to take measurements of all the puppies and their heads for their Puppy Bowl helmets was turning out to be quite the event in and of itself. Between puppies that would rather lick his face and squirm around than stay still and a pair of cats who kept sneaking off with his tape measure, Prompto was going to be fully convinced to scratch 'Animal Fashion Designer' off his list of potential careers to pursue in case this whole Crownsguard thing fell through.

Which waas kind of a bummer. If you couldn't have a job that was super cool, it would have been nice to have one that was super cute.

"Buddy! No! Those are my notes, not food!"

Furnado is open!

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Of course after that party, Sabine was going to show up today.

"Looks like you've got this all under control."

And what wonderful timing she had for it, too, because of course it would be that exact moment that Prompto was attempting to wrestle his notebook away from a little pupper with a very big grip with his jaw. A pupper who, at that exact moment, let go of the notebook so that he could bark out a cheerful greeting to Sabine. Thus leaving Prompto tumbling backwards from the sudden lack of resistance, amid an inexplicable shower of pages that had been shaken loose in the scuffle.

"Oh, yeah," he murmured with a slight groan. "Totally."

Cue the dog prancing by with the measuring tape trailing from its mouth like a ribbon and the small army of kittens that went scrambling after it.

Don't mind Sabine, making sure she had her phone out in time to catch the pricing puppy and immortalize that forever.

"The important thing is you're having fun."

Sabine was a brat.

"And at least," said Prompto, rubbing the back of his neck and little and feeling like he was okay just sitting on the floor right now, for maybe just a little bit, "they're cute. Because if this was going on right now with horrifying monsters instead of adorable cats and dogs, this would be a literal waking nightmare..."

He looked up at Sabine witheringly, trying his best to not look pathetic about it, but probably not doing a very good job. "I don't think this'll work, Sabine," he commiserated. "They don't seem to like the helmet idea very much."

They actually didn't really care. They actually had no idea what Prompto had been on about. They actually thought it was all just some new, fun game.

"Well, how are you trying to put them on?" Sabine asked. "Because I think I would employ the sneak attack method."

She was two seconds from sitting on the floor too to try and helmet a puppy.

Prompto was always a big fan of just sitting on the floor and doing anything with puppies. It was pretty much his favorite pastime, even when that something was commiserating.

"I haven't even gotten to the helmets!" he told her. "I'm still in the taking measurements phase so we even know how big the helmets should be!"

Just at the moment, one of the puppies trotted up with one of Prompto's pencils in its mouth, dropped the pencil in his lap, looked up proudly at him...and then plopped itself in Prompto's lap on top of the pencil.

"Awww," he said, his hand immediately lifting for ear scritches, but his voice exuding exhaustion, "thanks, buddy..."

"How big is his head in comparison with your hand?" Sabine asked, because as adorable as JJ's was, she was also a problem-solver.

"My hand?" asked Prompto, blinking up at Sabine for a moment before then blinking down at his hand steadily petting the dog's head. Then his hand stopped a moment, stretched out, comparing them, and he slowly started to realize what she might mean.

"It's, like, just a little bit smaller," he said, forming a little helmet shape with his hand over the dog's head now, and he laughed. "Sabine! That's kind of brilliant! What dog is gonna say no to head pats, right?"

"Now there's a unit of measurement, and we can err on the side of going a little too large, both for their comfort and because slightly too big is cuter."

She drew too-big heads on her more cartoony drawings on purpose for that reason.

"Slightly big is way cuter," Prompto agreed, smirking a little, and then his attention turned to the dog in his lap, squishing his face slightly as he gushed, "You guys kept trying to get out of it, but just you wait. Jus' you wait, we're gonna get what he need and you won't even notice because it's all gonna be scritches and pets and good puppy pats, yes they aaaareee."

Sabine gave up, finally sitting on the floor across from him. "And then sneak attack! He'll be wearing it when he least expects it and probably won't mind!"

It was hard to deny the pull of sitting on the floor with puppies for too long. Especially since, as soon as Sabine sat down, the puppy that was sitting on Prompto's lap moved to go sit on Sabine's, and Prompto could finally rescue his pencil.

"I feel a little bad sneak attacking them, if I'm honest," said Prompto, "but I can definitely see how it might be more effective."

Shops, Alluka had decided, after a day spent cleaning, really needed pets. Milady was somewhere off on her epic space travels, which meant that Pixie Dust was sad and empty without the fishiest of them all!

Alluka didn't know if she wanted a fish, exactly, but…

She wanted something.

Either way, she paused in the doorway, eyes going big. Though she'd graduated and owned a business now, Alluka still looked like she was about… eleven. A small eleven at that.

And one that was pretty dressed up.

"Um?"

Prompto looked up from where he'd managed to fish out a kitten that had fallen between a couple bags of food after getting herself thoroughly wrapped up in a pink measuring tape and blinked at the person standing in the door.

"Um," he answered back.

And then remembered he was here for more than just sowing chaos.

"Err, hi! Welcome to Furnado! How can I help?"

Please don't mind the dogs passing by just then, fighting over a notebook that did not have much longer to live, by the looks of it.

Or the fact that he looked like he was the one who needed the most help.

Alluka's confusion only intensified over that question because—

"Are, are you okay?" she wondered, stepping in and shutting the door behind her so that no one could escape.

"I...uh..."

Answering that he wasn't really sure didn't seem like the best choice, so Prompto took a moment to look around for inspiration for a better answer.

"They've been a little...rambunctious today," he admitted, while the kitten in his hand meowed a little and he realized she had gotten herself even more wrapped up in the measuring tape. Carefully, he attempted to try and unravel her. "We've been...trying to get some measurements, but they are not having it."

"Well, I'm not in a rush," Alluka said, bouncing on her feet a little. "So would you like some help?"

Alluka. Honey.

He was supposed to be helping you.

"It...might be a good idea to take a break," said Prompto, when he realized that the kitten he was unraveling was having way too much fun with being slowly turned over and over in his efforts to free him, making seriously, like, the cutest meows ever, and then gave the girl an apologetic smile. "I'm going to assume you came in here for an actual reason and not just lost some sort of random door raffle, right?"

"Losing a random door raffle sounds like it would be a lot of fun," Alluka admitted, leaning over to peer at a kitten that was peering up at her before she grinned over at the guy. "But I wanted to find a new friend today!"

"Well, then," said Prompto, who, even with all his failed attempts at puppy helmet measurements today, found it hard not to grin back," you definitely did not lose the random door raffle and, in fact, won the exactly the door you wanted lottery, because we have a ton of new friends here! Were you looking for any particular kind?"

"Not really," Alluka admitted, straightening up. "Um, um it would be for the clothing store--Pixie Dust? It used to be Demon Marcus..."

Alluka considered the kitten at her feet.

"Fur is probably a bad idea?" she ventured, even though they were awfully cute. "We used to have a fish, but Milady went off on space adventures and I'm not sure where she is these days."

"Oh, man, I love that place!" said Prompto, who had spent many ~~handwavey~~ hours just trying not to drool over stuff he knew he shouldn't be spending money on and sometimes sending pictures to Ignis hoping that maybe if he could get Iggy to agree that, yes, he did look quite good in that, and it would make sense for him to present himself well as a future Crownsguard...

"Pixie Dust, though? When did that happen? Have I not been paying attention?"

But he was getting distracted, and he shook his head.

"Never mind," he said, brushing it off for later. "Pets first! I totally get what you mean about the hair, because that's just going to get all over the clothes. I've got a friend who has a hairless cat, buuuuuuuuuuut I think we can maybe go toward something a little les...." Ugly? "conventional."

Please ignore the he was the one who got that friend that cat, but also let's not ignore that he did not pick that cat out.

"There's some cute geckos and stuff? I'm not really much of a lizard guy, so I probably wouldn't recommend, like, iguanas or anything, but we've got lots if you're into that. Turtle are cute, but they've got one of those at Turtle & Canary. But we have a ton of fish, and they're all well taken care of, we clean the fishtanks pretty much every other week around here!"

Nice subtle 'we' there, Prompto, as if it wasn't all just Sidon.

He tried to think of more fur-less animals, but they just kept getting worse.

"Snakes?" he ventured, even though he didn't want to. "I mean, snakes could...kind of make sense. Like, buying new clothes is like shedding an old skin for a new one! But that's, like, also kind of gross, and I've be super worried about it curling up in, like, someone's new shoes or something and no one finding out until it's way too late..."

Look, he didn't get to actually do the 'adopting pets' part of his job nearly enough, and even though this girl looked like she was about eleven so he'd have to eventually probably get to the whole, 'okay, so what do your parents think about all this?' part eventually, figuring it out for now was way more fun.

And a good distraction from uncooperative puppies!

"No gross things," Alluka said, even though gross things were sometimes pretty cool too. "It's got to be cute!"

Admittedly, cute was in the eye of the beholder and all...

She giggled. "Ah! It actually used to be named Pixie Dust and then someone else changed the name to Demon Marcus and it just recently," like, yesterday, "changed it's name back..."

Prompto had honestly given up with trying to figure out what was cute to some people and not to others, but he'd gotten used to trying to dance around what he thought was gross, but that response was...encouraging.

But, again, very hard to think of cute and no fur working together very well, in his opinion.

"Yeah," he said, "I definitely missed that," because it happened yesterday, "but I like Pixie Dust as a name way better."

You know, what with his whole daemon thing.

"What about feathers? Bringing birds into the mix gives us a lot more room in the cute department, and feathers aren't as clingy as fur?"

"It's a way cuter name," she agreed blithely, unaware of his daemon issues. "Um, um, are birds hard to take care of?"

Alluka had... never... really taken care of anything before.

"They can be," Prompto admitted, almost a little apologetically, "and it's always good to let them fly around, and I can see that being an issue, too, because..." How did he put this delicately? "Birds don't usually have a strong concept of 'bathrooms.'"

Yeah, birds might definitely be out.

"Are you mostly going to be taking care of it yourself, then?" Prompto asked, wanting to ask if her parents were going to be helping, but he definitely knew that could be a fast track to Awkwardville, bringing up parents with anyone this island.

Also, she was asking about a store pet, and he was tryingn to wrack his brain in remember who owned that store, and whether or not they even had kids, but if he couldn't even remember who it was, then he definitely wouldn't remember that.

The suuuuuper cute dress was starting to make, like, so much sense, though.

"Unless we," it was technically just her store, but Alluka didn't want Nanika to feel left out, "hire someone it'll mostly just be me!"

And no one wanted Nanika to take care of something. No one.

Alluka wrinkled her nose a bit. "But definitely no birds then."

"Yeah," Prompto agreed, "birds are definitely out. But there could also be maybe some of the real little guys that mostly need to be kept in their own little containers and things, but can sometimes come out. So they probably won't get too much hair on things. Like gerbils and hamsters."

But NOT MICE.

SORRY, MICE.

"They can be pretty easy to take care of, too."

Alluka had... never seen either of those before.

"Are they cute?" she asked doubtfully.

"Only one way to find out for sure, right?" Prompto asked, shooting her a grin before cocking his head toward the rodent habitats. "Let's go have a look!"

He was bringing the kitten with him.

The kitten was still wrapped in measuring tape.

It was a really, really cute kitten though.

"Are there lots of choices?" Alluka asked, skipping a little as she trailed behind him, being careful not to step on any cuties that might be out and about.

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