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Homecoming Carnival, The Park, Friday

The weather had been kind, and it was just the right amount of cool for a Halloween-themed Homecoming carnival. The booths and activities were ready for visitors, and the Halloween decorations and spooooky music playing everywhere aimed to set the right kind of mood for everyone.

Yes, there was also black and orange glitter everywhere, because of course there was. Feel free to take some home with you, because it's going to be difficult not to!

[Have at it! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | Food and Drink | Tables | Rides | Games]

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Liz figured mostly everyone would be at the carnival today so she decided to close the store for the day and head to the carnival, she thought it would be a great chance to take some photos.

She was wandering around the different booths and taking different photos with her Polaroid and came over to the kissing booths, she remembered that one year she’d done this.

She then spotted Prompto and hopefully he wouldn’t mind but she was bringing her camera up to take a photo.

“So did you sign up or did someone else volunteer you?” she asked with a smile.

It wasn’t that weird that she was in front of her employee’s kissing booth was it?

Oh, yeah, no. There was no way this could possibly make things incredibly awkward, no matter which way it went!

But Prompto just sort of groaned miserably and rolled her head before cocking his head toward the dunk tanks.

"It's all Gladio's fault," he said. "It's his idea of a birthday present, apparently, which just means that if anyone does actually take me up on it, he's going to just gloat about how much I should thank him!"

A truly evil mastermind underneath all that muscle with that one!

“I remember doing this when I was a student, well it was the first year I was originally here,” she told him with a smile, “even though I did sign up for mine,”

She glanced around, “I haven’t been to a homecoming carnival in years,”

"Yeah," Prompto snorted a little, unable to keep from rolling his eyes again, because, look, this situation maybe made him a little nervous about how to act. "I had a stint at one of these as a student, too. Pretty sure I didn't sign up for that one, either."

He actually honestly couldn't remember.

And then his knee started to bounce a little with the anxiety that came from not knowing what to say, and whether it was better or worse if Liz really did come over just to talk.

"Is it, uhhh," he tried, "...has it changed much? Since you were a student?"

“I don’t think it’s changed all that much, I think there’s less people here than when I was a student,” Liz said, stepping in a bit closer as she did with a smile, she glanced back over to the dunk tanks, “Master Skywalker is still in the dunk tanks,” she said.

She paused and glanced back snd tilted her head, she didn’t know if she should offer to kiss him or if that would make it worse or weird. Weirder than it probably already was. “Uh… so…” her voice trailed off.

Prompto had followed Liz's glance over to the dunk tanks, where he had to snort a little bit and tell himself that, one of these days, he really should dunk the Bus Dean, but, really, he'd probably done enough to that poor man with the bus stuff in the first place, and then he started to wonder what Liz might think about all those shenanigans, and that was when he turned back to her and opened his mouth to start to say something, but then caught that little trailing voice and was firmly reminded of what they were both, supposedly, doing there.

"Um," he offered, swallowing down a lump that was going to be probably be a good friend in his throat today, and fighting against the urge to lick his lip, because he was pretty sure that would only make things worse, and his eyes seemed to be unable to look even anywhere near her. "So..."

He tried desperately to think of somethign clever to add, since that wasn't exactly bringing anything new to the conversation now, was it? And he supposed now would probably be a good time to ask if she'd actually come over to maybe kiss him, but just straight up asking that was...

"So, uh," he felt like his mouth was moving without much input from his brain, just going off on whatever he could find that seemed safe and comfortable and not prone to making him flail, "he's probably doing that for a while now, huh? I bet that guy is older than even this whole island at this point."

“It certainly seems that way,” she laughed, a bit nervously, “he was teaching my first year here,”

Liz glanced down shyly, before glancing up at him and smiled, “so um…this might seem like a weird thing to ask…uh…”

She wasn’t really sure what she was doing,this wasn’t normally something she did, “i mean what I meant was…uh…” and then her voice trailed off again without asking anything.

Prompto blinked up at her, that redness creeping into his face all over again, but his brow creased with worry, because even if it was likely that Liz had come over because of the kissing booth, well...it was a kissing booth, so by nature of the thing, asking him about it wouldn't be a weird question, by definition, right? So obviously that wasn't what she could possibly be asking about! So it had to be something else, and now he was worried about what it might be, even though he had no idea where to even begin to speculate.

There was, after all, only so much overthinking even his brain could pull off.

So it was with a nervous cluelessness bred from complete denial that had him asking, eyes almost innocently wide, "What? What is it?"

“Um…did…would it be okay if I kissed you?” that was a really awkward way of asking but she finally asked and she gave a shy smile, “if you didn’t mind?”

Annnnnd now Prompto was pretty sure he was so red that he wouldn't have any freckles left after this, he'd have blushed them all off.

He miraculously managed to swallow down that lump, though.

"I mean," he croaked out. "I'm here, right?"

Which he was pretty sure was simultaniously the worst thing he could have said just then as well as a good reminder to himself that the only reason she was asking because that was the whole point of the booth.

....right?

"And, hey," he stammered, before he could stop himself, because anything he said could only make things worse, he was sure of it, "it's all for the school, too, right?"

“…right, yes of course the school,” she blinked and then got out some money because she just hadn’t forgotten the sole reason why there was a carnival. Nope. This was purely for the school and not for totally selfish reasons whatsoever.

“Um…so…” she said, with a nervous laugh as she started to lean in, “er …hi,” she managed to stammer.

At this point, Prompto had turned into such an overwhelmed ball of nervousness that he couldn't help but laugh at that hi, even if it was mostly just trying to release some of that anxiousness.

But it...actually kind of worked, a little, enough that he could sort of grin back with an (mostly failed) attempt at a smooth little "Hey" in response, and then...

...he figured if he didn't just go and do it now, he might actually chicken out somehow, so he just closed his eyes and went for it, leaning in to met Liz's lips with his own before either of them could just go and run away screaming.

Although, now that it was done, that was exactly what he fully expected her to do now.

Liz wasn’t running away, no, she stepped back slightly and there was a faint blush on her cheeks now.

“So…uh…” she tried to think of something to say and instead she bit her lip slightly, still rather nervous. “Thank you?” she tried, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say, it was probably not that though.

"Ummm...." Prompto had no idea what to say, either. "You're welcome?"

Probably not that either! That made him almost sound like...

"Er, I mean," he amended. "Thank you..."

That wasn't better!

"Uh, I guess...I, uh, I'll see you...at...work?"

PROMPTO. Just. Stoooooooop.

“Right…yes,” Liz realised she was still leaning in pretty close, she should really move back and not be in Prompto’s space now, “er…um…will you be going to the dance?” she paused, realised how it sounded and than added quickly, “I mean yes I’ll see you at work…though… definitely …”

Liz that really wasn’t much better either.

Edited 2021-10-30 16:53 (UTC)

...ohmygods, the dance would have been so much better of a thing to have said than freakin' work! If Prompto's eyes looked like they wanted to sort of bulge out of their sockets right now, don't worry too much, that was just a side effect of him wanting to just completely die inside right now.

"Oh, yeah, the dance!" he said, nodding now. "Uhh, yeah, totally! I wouldn't....I wouldn't miss that! I mean, it's homecoming, y'know? And, like..." Why? Why couldn't he just shut his damn mouth at times like this? No, instead, he had to just keep babbling and so Liz was probably going to start wondering why she'd even let a babbling idiot like him work at her store, much less why she'd let him kiss her, even if it was for the school, "isn't homecoming supposed to be about former students and stuff coming back to celebrate? And that's, you know, that's both of us! We are homecoming!"

We are homecoming?!?

Prompto, what the fuck??

Liz had gone rather pink at mentioning the dance and she wasn’t great with social interactions at the best of times, so she was trying to act like it was a casual thing to ask and failing miserably at it.

“Yes of course, homecoming,” she said with a nervous laugh, “I …uh haven’t been to one in over ten years so I suppose mine’s well overdue, better late than never right?”

Really Liz?

"Over...ten?" Prompto almost squawked that part out, brows lifting, as that nice little nagging insecurity about his age (despite the recent birthday!) came swinging back at him with a vengeance, and he tried not to think of the fact that here he'd been to every single once since he graduated, pretty much....all of only three years ago.

He cleared his throat and hoped that this was one of the rare occasions where actually just saying something...anything at all...after that little squeak was better than just shutting up for a change.

"So, yeah, then, you've definitely gotta go! Make up for lost time, right? Uhh, and, uh, hey, you know, better late than..."

He trailed off as he realized he was about to just repeat the exact same thing she'd literally just said.

"Erm....not at all."

Yeah. Nice save, there, Argentum. That's one for the hall of fame for suuuuure.

“I definitely intend to,” she assured him with a smile, “especially now that I’m back on the islsnd, its been…my last job didn’t have much in the way of dances and parties so getting used to all of this again has been a bit of an adjustment,”

It hadn’t really helped Liz’s already quite introverted nature but she was trying … not succeeding really well but she was still trying

The smile that managed to push a little through all the blushing and internal flailing was soft and empathetic; the details might be a little different, but he definitely knew the feeling!

It also helped that this seemed like a good way to smoothly slide themselves away from all that awkwardness as he started to ask, "Oh, yeah? What was your last--"

But he stopped, cutting himself off, as the awkwardness seemed to ebb back in and he quickly shook his head. Laughed a little awkwardly. "What am I doing?" he then said. "You've got, like, a whole carnival to get out there and enjoy and here I am, keeping you here with dumb questions. I'm sure you've got a whole bunch of other people you'll want to dunk or throw pies at or...." A pause for one of those pesky throat-lumps, "kiss..."

Liz finally stepped back and smiled, “i suppose I better,” she agreed somewhat reluctantly, “but I’ll definitely see you at the dance tomorrow Uh…thank you, for the kiss I mean,”

Oh Liz …

As soon as Liz moved away, Prompto was regretting what he said, realizing how much nicer it would have been to just spend his time stuck at this booth talking with Liz rather than flailing about kisses, but that wasn't very fair, right? She should get to enjoy the carnival and everything, rather than be stuck talking to his loser butt all day...

"Yeah," he breathed out, with a sort of uncertain smile that danced on the edge of that regret. "Uh...no...no problem."

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