The Photo Hut; Monday [09/11].

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Yes, Liz had spent a lot of time last week setting up a new display of all the frames they'd gotten in and she'd done a really great job, but now, Prompto was going to spend a lot of time today thinking about it and then printing out what he thought would be some of of the funniest images he could think of to print off and slip into the frames on display.

What?

It was mostly just to see if anyone noticed, to be honest, and it was mostly just pictures of cats wearing things like cute hats and bowties and hilariously dramatic family portraits of people and their pets.

Which then, in turn, made him wonder if that could be a genuine avenue for his photography business and wondering if it would be a terrible idea to suggest to Liz that they do one, especially since he was 95% sure she'd actually go along with it.

But, hey, look on the bright side. At least he wasn't still mired in a deep dark well of his depression and trauma anymore, right?

Right!

The Photo Hut is open!

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And around lunchtime there was a visit from Liz and Noctra.

"Hi are we interrupting?" she asked and then she noticed the frames, "oh the frames look great," she told him with a smile.

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Any attempt to keep the grin off of his face would have resulted in failure once Liz seemed to notice his additions to the frames display, so Prompto didn't even try.

"I took a little bit of...artistic license," he said said proudly, "to kind of, you know, spruce 'em up a bit. After all, a frame's only as good as the pictures inside, right?"

He was going to use that moment of distraction toward all his hard work as a good way to slip up next to Liz and sneak in not only a quick kiss on her cheek, but also swoop in and snag up Noctra so that he could also plant a much-more exaggerated and playful kiss on her (complete with a Mwah!) and lift her up and make a little face at her until she giggled with delight and tried to reach for his hair to grab onto it, which was becoming a distressingly frequent fascination of hers that definitely meant he was cradling her in his arms now, well out of reach of his head.

"You guys have a good morning?"

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"I really like the photos you chose as well," Liz told him, smiling at the kiss and as Prompto took Noctra, watching them fondly.

"And we had a really good morning, Noctra had a really good nap this morning, so hopefully she'll be nice and tired tonight," she smiled.

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"What do you think the odds," said Prompto, with a grin, bouncing Noctra a little in his arms, "are of getting HB to pose for a portrait like that with all of his cats? Maybe a good Christmas idea."

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Liz grinned at that, "you know, I don't think we would even have to try that to hard to convince him, especially if he gets to be with all his cats, but it sounds like a great idea,"

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"It'll be beautiful," Prompto mused, grin crooked and eyes dancing as he imagined it. "A true piece of art. We can blow it up and print it out like a big matte painting, pop it into a fancy ornate goldleaf frame, and gift it to...what was his name again? The guy whose room they always so mysteriously get into? Fanning? Banning?"

As he was working through his memory, Noctra's little fingers had started trying to grab onto and pull at the buttons on his shirt, making focused little "mah, mah, mah" sounds as she did, and that jogged it.

"Manning! That was it! Right?" He chuckled a little, ruffling Noctra's hair. "Thanks, Nugget."

Noctra, of course, had no idea why she was being thanked, all she cared about was the frustrating state of affairs that the shiny buttons on her dad's shirt were not moving so she could put them in her mouth.

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"Actually, you know speaking of mysteriously breaking into rooms ... maybe we can even take the photo in Manning's quarters, make him really feel included in the gift," Liz said with a grin. "I mean, of course we'd have to time it to a day where Manning wasn't there, it would really be a surprise for him that way," she added.

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"I think," Prompto declared, with a faintly ironic snort and a overly confident lift of his chin, "between you, me, and HB, there's no way any of this clearly flawless plot could possibly go wrong!"

Not that they should let that stop them anyway, of course!

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Liz couldn't help but giggle at that, "it would be pretty fun though to pull it off," she grinned, "and Manning would love that we thought of such a great Christmas present for him,"

There was a very real possibility that Manning was not going to see it that way.

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"Right?" Prompto chuckled a little, shaking his head, with a pleased little sigh, even for imaginary exploits that may or may not occur. Brought him back to the days of always messing with the shuttle bus. Maybe he should see about getting back into that. "I mean, how could he not? Personal, thoughtful, inspirstional... a true piece of art...what's not to love?"

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Liz giggled, "exactly," she grinned, "and Manning always complains how no one ever does anything for him, so everyone wins,"

Not quite.