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The Photo Hut - Thursday

Liz had been doing somewhat better since the weekend. She hadn’t even spent the entire time moping in her apartment and she had also managed to get some sleep. She hadn’t had any more nightmares either so she considered that to be good progress as she headed downstairs to open up the store for the day.

Today she planned to unpack some boxes and respond to emails when she came downstairs, only she had been rather surprised to find that Hellboy had randomly appeared downstairs as well and was equally confused as to what he was doing in Fandom.

“Pops is going to be so mad about this,” he grumbled as he drew Liz into a hug, regardless of why he was there he was always happy to see her, “I didn’t even break out this time!”

[the Photo Hut is open!]

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Prompto had stopped by somewhere to bring Liz some lunch on his way back to the apartment after his class was finished. He had also tried to take home some chocochicks, figuring she'd get a kick out of them (Rain, he wasn't so sure about, but he'd be interested to find out!), but they somehow disappeared into the ether before he even had a chance to walk out of the classroom. So maybe it wasn't so surprising that the food he'd picked up had also disappeared by the time he'd made it to the Photo Hut (attempting to get a refund on randomly disappearing food should be interesting!). But, either way, it didn't really seem to matter, as he just walked in, going straight to the counter, where he leaned forward a little with his arms laid across it, looked over with a sadly pensive face, and just said, quietly, "Hey..."

Liz blinked as Prompto came over, she could have sworn Hellboy was in the room with her ... maybe she had imagined it? She glanced over past him just to make even though if Hellboy was there, they would definitely know about it.

"Hey," she said, trying to focus on him but she was really distracted for some reason.

Yeah, that guy was definitely hard to miss.

But the weird funk that seemed to have passed over Prompto since he walked in (was it because of the chocobos? This sadness felt so much deeper than just not being able to take home a small flock of chocochicks, but, at the same time...that was pretty tragic) seemed to stick, and hard, as he just sort of looked down, his brow knitted with a pensive frown, trying to figure out just why he felt so devestated. He was back. He had been looking forward to seeing Liz again all week. So what was the problem?

He swallowed down the odd lump in his throat before asking, quietly, unable to look at her right now. "How was your morning?"

Liz nodded, now sporting a much shorter hairstyle than she had been a moment ago.

“it’s been okay,” she said softly, looking straight at him, despite how he didn’t seem to be able to meet her gaze, “its …I …this might sound weird but I thought Hellboy was here,”

The furrow in his brow now was out of confusion, as Prompto pushed himself off the counter to straighten up, and, then, almost instintually, pointed a finger toward a spot in the shop.

"What? Like...over there?" he asked, wondering how he would even know to guess that.

Liz opened her mouth to respond only blue flames began to suddenly appear out of her hand and she brought her hand up and stared at it in horror and confusion.

Why was this happening now?

When Prompto dropped his hand and looked back at Liz, only to see her with a handful of fire, all the could think to do was lift his hand back up in a helpless gesture, wincing as the weight of his bad luck seemed to hit him like a punch in the gut.

And the day had started out so well! There had been chocochicks! And now!

"Ohgod," he moaned desperately, feeling like he should do something more, but he could only wallow in the misery of this unfortunate turn of events. "It's actually happening now, isn't it?"

“I don’t know!” Liz yelled really angrily all of a sudden but the flames seemed to have disappeared…so that was something?

Hopefully.

She would feel really bad about the yelling later.

Well, apparently, she really didn't need to feel bad about anything. Not even Prompto was feeling that sharp twist of dread deep in his gut anymore; now that the flame were gone, he was no longer thinking of dying a probably painful death by girlfriend-fire, and he was definitely going to use that incredible wash of relief as the reason for a sudden shift in his own demeanor, leaning toward Liz with a smirk on his face, clearly not bothered by the yelling.

"You know," he said, clearly thinking himself incredibly clever for this one, "you don't need to prove to me that you're hot, Liz. I already know."

Totally appropriate time for that, Prompto, thank you.

Liz rolled her eyes a bit at that, she wasn’t too impressed but she was distracted by the sudden appearance of one of Hellboy’s cats and bent down to pick him up.

“Hey there, where did you come from?” she said as she brought him up so she could show him to Prompto.

Well, it was probably a good thing that Prompto was suddenly very well dressed to go outside in the cold all of a sudden, because, yeah, that line had definitely been a swing and a miss, and he should probably just see himself out after he managed to still crash and burn even without the fire involved.

So he winced, grimacing as he murmured out an apology. "Sorry," he said, cringing so hard he barely seemed to even notice the random cat. "I just...thought maybe..."

Maybe what, Prompto? That humor and being the funny guy solved everything? Even briefly staring down all the possibilities that things could have gone horribly wrong just a few moments ago?

“Oh no,” Liz gasped, not even noticing Prompto’s apology since her arms had just burst into blue flames.

“I …I think it’s happening again! You need to run!”

So it might have been a good thing Prompto was dressed to leave in a hurry?

Well, not anymore, he wasn't! Which wa fine, because it didn't look like Prompto was going anywhere. He was feeling far more amused about all of this than he had a second ago, and far more amused than anyone should be at someone whose arms were cloaked in building blue fire telling him to run, but amused he was, all the same, as he held up his hands, one with his fingers outstretched, one with just a finger lifted.

"It's okay, Liz," he said. "Just hold it, right there, for just one minute."

Why did he suddenly feel the need to have her hold it? Hold her uncontrollable flames? Did now just suddenly seem like a good opportunity to maybe convince her to try and control it, even if for just a little bit? Was that even how any of this worked?

But maybe? She could at least try? He felt ridiculously hopeful about this all of a sudden.

Liz took several deep breaths to try and keep calm and then the flames vanished and she glanced down, not able to meet Prompto’s gaze, “thank you,” she said quietly.

It...it worked? That actually worked?

"Okay, great," Prompto said, more serious than just the relief he would have thought he felt, but his concentation was on getting his camera ready, "now I'm going to get a shot of this."

Which, to be fair, was actually not all that random or weird for him to do.

Liz would have agreed only there was now a very confused cockatiel in her place.

She chirped and ruffled her feathers.

Well it had been a good thing Prompto’s lesson had been on wildlife photography?

Normally, Prompto would be stoked to have gotten a perfectly timed shot of the moment when Liz turned into a cockatiel, but he found he could only be incredibly sad and depressed about it.

"Damn it," he muttered, lowering his head against the swing of distressed misery that seemed to sweep over him. "That was supposed to be a good shot of you, but now you're a bird..."

Things had been pretty jumbled up to this point, sure, but in his experience, sometimes, it was usually in the middle of some odd chaos that someone turned into an animal and then were stuck like that for several days, so if this had all just been leading up to her being a bird all weekend...

Well, could you blame him for being a little bummed about it?

Well Liz was no longer a bird anymore and she was rather distressed about it as well.

“What just happened?” she yelled frantically.

"I don't know!" Prompto admitted, somewhat desperately at Liz's tone, but either way, he was kneeling down with a massive bazooka over his shoulder, as he felt himself lock down into position with determination. "But whatever it is," he promised, "I'm gonna take care of it!"

That made Liz really sad instead, “oh …ok,” she looked down, the ground was really fascinating.

There was a brief moment of confusion, as the weight of the weapon on his shoulders lifted and Prompto realized that there was no immediate threat...or bazooka...but it only lasted a moment, as he looked over to Liz and saw how she looked, and then looked over at her with a sly sort of grin.

"Hey," he said, feeling suddenly very smooth, "don't worry about it. Whatever this is going on right now, I've got you, okay?"

“Not again!” Liz gasped as bright blue flames burst from her arms, “why is this happening?” she was frantic.

Also the change in moods was really not helping here.

Not to mention Prompto's consistently grossly inappropriate responses to it, but honestly? It was impossible to be anything but esctatic when one had on a Moogle-Chocobo Festival hat!

(Well, unless you were Noctis, but anyway)...

And Prompto found that all he could do at this point? Was laugh.

This was insane. This was ridiculous. Why was he laughing?

Well now that Liz wasn’t covered in blue flames as well she apparently thought it was funny …at least enough to give a small smile.

“This is definitely a strange day,” she said softly.

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