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Elizabeth 'Liz' Argentum ([personal profile] flamesburned) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2022-03-17 08:37 pm
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The Photo Hut - Thursday

Liz didn’t feel too bad, considering that she had been out drinking and singing karaoke at the bar last night. She was glad she had ended up doing that though, even if she had been nervous about the idea at first. It had felt weird going out and being that social again but maybe it was something that she could start to do more often, now that she had started being a bit more social.

She was glad to find that she didn’t have too much work to finish that morning, so she was focusing on finishing up some general admin tasks and responding to a few emails and being able to take it easy for a few hours.

[the Photo Hut is open!]
hashtag_chocobro: (eager lean forward grin)

[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-03-17 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
Prompto's class earlier had been very Cup NoodleTM-centric, so he definitely had noodles on the brain. Thankfully, he was getting them from the thai place and not the grocery store shelf on his way back to the apartment with the subsequent pit-stop into the shop to deliver and eat said lunch and be generally disgustingly cute with that girl who ran the place that he was maybe kinda into.

"Lunch break tiiiime!" he announced as he came through the door, meeting Liz with a broad grin as he headed over to the counter for the customary setting-the-food-down-to-be-forgotten-for-a-little-while and lean-awkwardly-over-said-counter-to-deliver-necessary-greeting-kiss. And, of course...

"Hi."

With a grin on his face as if he hadn't actually just seen her that morning before heading off to class instead of the usual torturous two whole days apart like usual.

[[ likely sp today, but I've never let that stop me before lol ]]
hashtag_chocobro: (lean in talking)

[personal profile] hashtag_chocobro 2022-03-17 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Much needed, too, I bet," Prompto said, nodding sagely as he continued to lean over the counter in a way that couldn't possibly actually be comfortable for probably anyone else on the planet, "with how busy and swamped and crazy it gets in here all the time."

Oh, what's that? The same joke they'd been making for literal weeks now? Old and tired, you say? Perish the thought and how dare you.