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fandomtownies2021-11-22 04:23 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote in fandomtownies2021-11-22 04:23 am
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The Photo Hut; Monday [11/22].
Soooooo, this last week had been....kind of a looooot, and Prompto found himself that Monday with...a few...regrets, if he was entirely honest. Not that he didn't want to be there to help and support Liz, because he did, and he knew she was going to need it, but still...he was way out of his element here. As if the whole fact that her having, you know, sort of killed a bunch of people, including those on her team, might make conversation around the table a little more awkward, there was just that Liz's friends from home included a big fucking daemon and some dude who could apparently read his mind, and that wasn't intimidating! No, not at allllll.
He didn't even really celebrate Thanksgiving!
And it really didn't help that Gladio had pretty much read him the riot act about jumping in too quick and too fast; apparently, Liz had not left a very good impression on Saturday, and was convinced that most of this was just Prompto trying to overcompensate for the failings in his last relationship, which, come on, man, ouch. Harsh much?
But whatever. He was in for it now, and at least there'd be cats, and it meant a lot to Liz, and that was what mattered, and, if anything, there was still a chance her boss would totally veto the idea of some rando crashing in on their secret government agency holiday party, so, really, the odds of getting out of it still seemed pretty high, if you asked him...
But, for now, to keep his mind off of all that, he was just sort of fiddling with some equipment and testing out different scopes on some new lenses that had just come in. Because, hey, if he was going to be selling them and making recommendations to people, he should have the experience with them himself, right?
The Photo Hut is open!
He didn't even really celebrate Thanksgiving!
And it really didn't help that Gladio had pretty much read him the riot act about jumping in too quick and too fast; apparently, Liz had not left a very good impression on Saturday, and was convinced that most of this was just Prompto trying to overcompensate for the failings in his last relationship, which, come on, man, ouch. Harsh much?
But whatever. He was in for it now, and at least there'd be cats, and it meant a lot to Liz, and that was what mattered, and, if anything, there was still a chance her boss would totally veto the idea of some rando crashing in on their secret government agency holiday party, so, really, the odds of getting out of it still seemed pretty high, if you asked him...
But, for now, to keep his mind off of all that, he was just sort of fiddling with some equipment and testing out different scopes on some new lenses that had just come in. Because, hey, if he was going to be selling them and making recommendations to people, he should have the experience with them himself, right?
The Photo Hut is open!
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She had been in contact with Professor Broom and hadn’t had to wait long to get approval for Prompto to visit for Thanksgiving at all. Not only had Professor Broom seemed surprised she had agreed to come back to visit for the holidays but she’d also met someone she wanted to bring back and meet everyone. He had assured her he would talk to Hellboy about going easy on Prompto, she didn’t go into specifics about why but hopefully Hellboy would actually listen to his father for once. Assuming of course Prompto still wanted to go home with her.
“Hi,” she said with a warm but still nervous smile as she came downstairs that morning.
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"Hey," he said, grinning back, and gestured a hand toward what he'd been working on at the counter. "The specs on these new lenses that came in are great, by the way."
Because, sometimes, it helped to remember that he was actually, you know, doing work here...
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There was a brief hesitation and then, “so I …uh talked to Professor Broom,”
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"Yeah?" he asked, shoulders squaring a little as if he was just about to face some verdict in a life-or-death trial, a feeling that probably all gathered in the furrows of his confused-hopeful-worried-nervous-dreading-eager brow. "What'd he say?"
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Even if he felt that weight of dread settling firmly in his stomach, he just reminded himself that this was all for Liz, and the fact that this Professor guy said he was glad she decided to come was everything, because it was important for her to keep those bridges with her team, and, well, if he needed to be the support that kept it up while she crossed it, he'd be happy to shoulder the burden.
Internally freaking out about it the whole time, sure, but would that be all that much different from any other day?
He smiled eagerly at her. "That's really great! Should I, uh, should I bring anything?"
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“Thank you,” she told him, “it…it means a lot…I know this is …this is a lot …with me and …” her voice trailed off, unsure what to say.
“You don’t have to bring anything,” she assured him, “just…just being there with me is more than enough,”
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And...maybe it was just...Gladio's voice still in his head, but...well, and at least it seemed like Liz wanted him there, too, instead of just...pushing him away, not wanting to get him involved, like it had always seemed with...
..but then he stopped, shook his head as if to clear out those thoughts, immediately feeling bad about it, and that that really wasn't fair of him to think, he really could blame Yang...
...Aspirin. Or ibuprophen. That was what he needed to bring, something for Abe because the poor guy was almost certainly going to get a headache from Prompto being around. Did aspirin work for ambiphibians? Maybe he should ask Sidon what he did for headaches...
...this was only proving his point, clearly.
"So," he said to try to get the meandering thoughts reined in again. "What's the plan?"
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And also, yeah, even if he did manage to survive, he was pretty sure they'd all be pretty sick of him by then anyway.
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At the mention of Gladio she winced a bit, “so uh what damage control do I need to do to uh make it up to him?” she asked, “I’m pretty sure he probably thinks I’m a complete basket case,” you know with the complete breakdown she’d had in front of him.
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He shook his head, finding it difficult to really explain it without getting too mired into the details of their sometime contentious relationship. Especially since, well, things had actually been going pretty well between them, especially compared to how they were when Prompto first signed on, but he didn't want Liz to start thinking she'd indavertantly caused that to backslide or something.
"You're fine, okay?" he said, looking over at her as if his frank expression could convince her. "You just can't let a guy like that get under your skin."
A tried and true lesson he'd learned the hard way over the past few years.
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