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Prompto Argentum ([personal profile] photoshooter) wrote in [community profile] awashlogs2018-06-05 04:48 pm

You know you can't quit until it's won

Who: Prompto Argentum and open!
Where: i. Bluohaus, ii. variously around Chroma, iii. heading into the forest, iv. Flavo
When: First half of June
What: Punishments, presents, positivity, and pquests!
Warnings: Illusory animal injury, will warn for FFXV spoilers and additional warning-worthy content in threads as necessary.

i. Bluohaus, beginning of punishment week

[It's a new day. The house is full, no one is missing, friends and lovers have been reunited, and a distressed wail breaks the quiet of the morning.]

Oh no!

[Some more dismayed noises and a couple stumbles later, the door to the Eos boys' room slams open. A bedheaded, barefoot, blatantly distressed Prompto stands in the threshold with a chicken-sized, confused and sleepily cheeping baby bird in his arms.]

Ignis! I need all our potions, stat!

ii. Out and about Chroma, punishment week

[Now aware that his favorite not-really-housepets are not, in fact, bleeding and dying everywhere, Prompto's just trying to go about some chores and further familiarize himself with the city to get his mind off it. It's hard, though, when he keeps flinching and closing his eyes whenever he sees an animal.

Oooooor maybe he'll just whimper, cover his face, and press his forehead against a wall. That's fine and normal, right?]


iii. Edge of town, post-punishment, ShEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP

[And now, for something completely different.

After advertising his availability as a yellow for the invisisheep quest, Prompto can be found between the town and the forest, gathering dust up into little cloth bundles and disappearing them into some space unseen.]


Too bad Gladio isn't here. I bet he knows how to track a sheep from its, uh. Tracks.

iv. Flavo

[It's a new day. The house is--well, as empty or full as it should be, you know your living situation better than I do. Friends and lovers are doing what friends and lovers do, no animals appear to be under undue stress, and there's no reason for any wailing to cut through the morning peace--]

Oh no! Aw, crap!

[A window in an abandoned Flavo cottage slams open. Prompto leans out of it, coughing and waving smoke out through it, then reaches down, deposits his fluffy chocobo baby carefully outside, and withdraws to take care of whatever's burning in there.]

Don't worry, baby, I got it! Just wait out there for Daddy Prompto to put out the bad fire, okay?

[So, that's happening. The little thing kwehs high and loud as single father Prompto tries to save his bacon.]

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