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[designateddadfriend]

Travis had managed not to end up with any random kids this weekend -- which was good, since that definitely would have set off a pretty spectacular wave of grief missing Michael. And after last week, he was doing his best not to have random sex, anyway, so he hadn't noticed anything particularly odd going on this week, either.

So he was puttering about the firehouse, as he did most days. This time he managed to find one of those moveable letter signs to hang up out front, and was spending way too much time trying to think of what to make it say.

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Well. He thought it was funny.

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[hashtag_chocobro]

Hey, he wasn't the only one with a terrible sense of humor, apparently, because Prompto, too, couldn't help snickering a little when he was just sort of killing some time taking shots around the island with his camera and definitely had to snap one of the sign as he passed by.

Which was promptly going to be sent to Noctis.

Who would very swiftly deem Prompto a nerd.

Like it was news.

[designateddadfriend]

Sometimes you just had to nerd it up!

Travis raised his hand in a wave. “Hey man, how’s it going?”

[hashtag_chocobro]

There was a good chance that Prompto could actually die if sufficient nerd levels were not met.

"Oh, hey, man," Prompto grinned a little, lifting his hand in a wave back. "...Travis, right? Firefighter guy?"

His head bobbed toward the sign. "Your work?" he guessed.

Hey, he wouldn't put it past this place to have a self-scribing sign somewhere. Now that he thought about it, actually, he was a little shocked there wasn't...

[designateddadfriend]

“Yes!” Travis said proudly. “And yes, I am Travis-the-firefighter-guy. Prompto?”

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Yeah," Prompto confirmed, with a grin that was...proud that he...had a name, apparently. "That's right. Don't mind me. Just..." He lifted up his camera, with a little shake. "Getting a few shots around the island. Seemed like a good day for it."

[designateddadfriend]

"Oh yeah." Travis looked around. "Absolutely, it's . . . I don't know anything about photography, actually. I don't know why I said that."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Good lighting," Prompto offered. "Mostly. It's usually not that complicated. Maybe the island is just having a good hair day."

Oh, gods, what did that even mean??

[designateddadfriend]

"Oh my god please tell me this island doesn't have hair."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"I mean," said Prompto, who really wished he had better news for you on that one, Travis, "I've never seen any myself, but I would not put it past this place, like, at allllll."

[designateddadfriend]

“Oh my god,” Travis said again. “Well. At least it has the, uh. Good hair days. Bet it moisturizes!”

Travis. No.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Oh," said Prompto, emphatically, "totally. You gotta moisturize."

He knew a thing or two about hair care over here. One didn't just wake up and have their hair naturally not look like a chocobo butt.

"Ohmygods," he then snorted, as if now realizing they were seriously having a conversation about the island's hair care routine, but he added, "I am so referring to when this place is doing weird shit as it's bad hair days now."

[designateddadfriend]

“You should!” Travis said. “It’s simple, evocative...and it makes people worry we’re all living on somebody’s weirdly shaped head.”

[hashtag_chocobro]

"I know I'm definitely now worrying about that exact same thing," Prompto admitted, and he couldn't even be mad about it, they dug this hole themselves. "Because that...is a visual..."

So help them if in a few weeks, it turns out the island.really was just some dormant giant Astral like the Archaean this whole time...

[designateddadfriend]

Well, basically everyone was going to be unhappy then, wouldn’t they.

“It really is.” Travis let it hang a moment longer, then grabbed for a change of subject. “So! How’ve you been?”

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Me?" Prompto asked, because, you know, there were sooooo many other people involved in this conversation right now. "Oh! Good! I've been good."

Well, except for the whole big fat prom disaster...Promptovsjofted a little, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Things are...kinda quiet back home, so I've been....I was helping Ignis with his class today, that's why....How about you? You get hit with any of the craziness from last weekend?"

Because, hoo boy, he knew that one was a doozy.

[designateddadfriend]

“Ah. Yeah, I. Um.” Travis gave Prompto a quick look over. “How old are you?”

Some things it didn’t do as a grown adult to discuss casually with minors.

[hashtag_chocobro]

That was...not quite the craziness Prompto had been referring to , but just the fact that Travis had even asked that question...

Answered a lot of things, and was also way harsh on his ego.

"Nineteen..."

His brows furrowed a little as he felt compelled to shoot back, "How old are you?"

Which obviously had nothing to do with potential necessary censorship, because it was clearly older, but now he just wondered by how much.

[designateddadfriend]

By almost twice as much.

“36.” Travis shook his head. “So....maybe we won’t talk about last week.”

[hashtag_chocobro]

Which was definitely....older.

"I was thinking more about just the kid part of it all, actually," Prompto said, thinking it was a good thing they were at the fire station with how much his face was burning right now, wondering who would actually just casually ask about all the rest of it in the first place.

[designateddadfriend]

“....Wait, there was a kid part?”

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto blinked.

"You didn't even know about the kid part?"

Then he shook her head a little as of to clear it, rubbing the back of his neck a little.

"Yeah. No one told me about it until it happened, either. It happens after prom sometimes, I guess," at least that's when it had happened for him both times, "but these kids from possible futures just....show up. Kind of fitting that they'd do it after a week like last week, too..."

[designateddadfriend]

Travis thought of the random hookups he’d engaged in last week.

“Well,” he said after awhile. “I didn’t got to the prom.”