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recolle2017-02-28 11:44 pm
daemonized) wrote in recolle2017-02-28 11:44 pm
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WHO: Prompto Argentum, Fynn Izunia, Ardyn Izunia
WHERE: Ardyn’s place
WHEN: Forwarded slightly to March 2nd, sometime in the morning?
WHAT: Ardyn’s invited Prompto to take photographs of Fynn’s car. Shenanigans ensue.
WARNINGS: Lots of stupid in this log, beware.
[He’s glad that the weather is fair today. Though Ardyn was hardly an expert on the matter, he imagines that the late morning sun and clear skies would provide preferable lighting for artistic photos of far-too-expensive cars, much like the one Fynn had purchased recently.
Speaking of said car, Ardyn glances out the kitchen window, out onto the driveway where the vehicle itself was parked. He takes a considering sip of his coffee, mulling over the distinct shine of newness that practically radiated off of Fynn’s newfound love. With an amused huff into his mug, at nothing in particular, he glances up at the clock on the kitchen wall — Prompto should be here soon, camera in tow. He had messaged the young man the day before, setting up a proper time for him to show up, snap some pictures, and leave with a bit of income in his pockets. The latter bit was the whole point of this little invite of his, though Ardyn didn’t admit to it in so many words.
There was no need to, really.
He hears Fynn moving around next to him, going on about something-or-other, making too much noise in the kitchen, likely. It’s difficult to know when Ardyn has already perfected the fine art of Tuning A Little Brother Out.]
Mm-hm. [-he replies to something Fynn had said, the most noncommittal noise a man can possibly make.]
WHERE: Ardyn’s place
WHEN: Forwarded slightly to March 2nd, sometime in the morning?
WHAT: Ardyn’s invited Prompto to take photographs of Fynn’s car. Shenanigans ensue.
WARNINGS: Lots of stupid in this log, beware.
[He’s glad that the weather is fair today. Though Ardyn was hardly an expert on the matter, he imagines that the late morning sun and clear skies would provide preferable lighting for artistic photos of far-too-expensive cars, much like the one Fynn had purchased recently.
Speaking of said car, Ardyn glances out the kitchen window, out onto the driveway where the vehicle itself was parked. He takes a considering sip of his coffee, mulling over the distinct shine of newness that practically radiated off of Fynn’s newfound love. With an amused huff into his mug, at nothing in particular, he glances up at the clock on the kitchen wall — Prompto should be here soon, camera in tow. He had messaged the young man the day before, setting up a proper time for him to show up, snap some pictures, and leave with a bit of income in his pockets. The latter bit was the whole point of this little invite of his, though Ardyn didn’t admit to it in so many words.
There was no need to, really.
He hears Fynn moving around next to him, going on about something-or-other, making too much noise in the kitchen, likely. It’s difficult to know when Ardyn has already perfected the fine art of Tuning A Little Brother Out.]
Mm-hm. [-he replies to something Fynn had said, the most noncommittal noise a man can possibly make.]
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[The way Fynn narrows his eyes is warning enough but the telltale way he crosses his arms shows exactly how peeved he is with Ardyn. Would it kill the Hat Man to give a damn about his brother's inane ramblings? Probably. Most likely but that's besides the point.]
What are you mulling over about now, man? You look like you're in another world.
[He sighs as he turns away. The urge for another cup of coffee is nagging at his soul.]
Do you have any hazelnut crème? Like the good stuff, not this American garbage.
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Easy, easy~
[morning shots of my brother's new car was the instruction, and prompto won't question it as long as he's getting paid. he's had far more bizarre requests in a day.]
[he immediately sets to work, adjusting his camera, removing the cap, and snapping away from different angles and directions... man, the sun shine on the car's smooth, shiny, polished top looks beautiful. dang.]
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(Fynn, if he listened to absolutely every word you uttered, he really wold go mad. He tunes you out for the sake of his own sanity — that’s what he tells himself, at least.)]
I was just thinking about the weather. And your new car.
[He imagines that might give his brother a spike of pride, even though it’s not his intent to mean it as such. Still, he won’t correct himself; Ardyn waves over at a particular part of the counter, where the cream sits. He had used it just a little earlier.]
Right there, Fynn. [But something else catches in his peripheral, movement outside and— Ah. Looks like Prompto’s arrived. He grins a little, and makes a wayward remark to his brother.]
Looks like your new investment is about to enjoy its time in the limelight. [He motions vaguely at the window, not even checking to see if Fynn was really paying attention.]
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Is it possible for Fynn to have a few coherent thoughts? Sometimes! His "police" stories are actually entertaining and hearing Fynn talk about firearms can be somewhat educational.]
Oh, there it is!
[Definitely adding some cream to this black void of coffee he has here. Despite how "manly" he is, Fynn can't stomach his coffee black. Only hard asses and criminals can do some nonsense like that.]
Eh? What? You thinking about Michiyo? [Yes, Ardyn. A Japanese name for a Japanese car. Fynn is serious about his martial bliss. He glances at Ardyn curiously once he points out the window.]
She's a real beauty, isn't she? Heh! I knew would come around--What the fuck?!
[--record scratch--]
[Something akin to a growl escapes the officer as he zeroes in on the lanky blond with the camera. His hair frizzes up a little in anger as this punk prances around his dear "wife".]
GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY CAR!
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Fynn is always shattering his expectations, it seems. He should have known better.
Ardyn actually startles, which is no easy feat. His grip on his mug tightens out of pure resolve not to drop the blasted thing and spill coffee all over the kitchen floor. He wonders if he’ll ever get his hearing back in that one ear.]
Fynn! Stop yelling.
[what’s wrong with you]
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While it's not true, you can't help but wonder if there's a slither of truth somewhere on that joke.]
Who the fuck is that?! [Panic ensues!] Shit! He must be a debt collector! Oh, hell no. I'm not losing Michiyo to him!
[Fynn screams once he starts climbing out of the window in the kitchen. That's right! Forget using the front door, Fynn is diving out the window with the same skill of an angry feline. Don't ask how he managed to get his scrawny ass through there. He just yanked opened the window and climbed out. To hell with your fancy near transparent screen, Ardyn. Your brother just climbed out of the kitchen window so he could beeline it towards the blond creep.
Mind you, he still had his cup of coffee in his hand as he did so. This bastard is flexible and magical in every sense of the word.]
GET OUT OF HERE! [He flings the coffee mug right towards the blond in hopes of beaming him upside the head. Please dodge, Prompto.] LEAVE MICHIYO ALONE!
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[is the first thing prompto asks himself when he seems to hear the faint sound of -- something. he's far too focused on getting some damn nice sweet shots of the car to pay much attention to his surroundings (dangerous).]
[he comes to realise this might end badly for him if he continues ignoring things once he sees a madman not only yelling at him, but also running at him and]
Woah, hey!
[is that a fucking cup? coffee seems to go everywhere and the mug shatters on the pavement just where prompto had been standing not one second ago. he stares at the shards with open disbelief, then back up at the approaching menace, and he does the most sensible thing he's done in his life]
[click]
[(that's a picture for the police to know who his killer is)]
[and now he's bolting right around the car, camera held with both hands and kept close to his chest. now he's also yelling to match fynn's shouts.]
WHO IS MICHIYO? I'M ON A JOB!!
[swoomp, he jumps over the fence into the lawn, nearly stumbling, his easiest escape...!]
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[By now half the neighborhood should be awake thanks to these two obscenely loud overgrown children. If Blondie thought that fence was going to spare him from Fynn's wrath, the he just played himself. Fynn hops over the fence with the skill and athleticism of an Olympic sprinters.
The officer is used to chasing down perps and this brat is no different from the punks that like to hang out after dark. He chases rather after the blond threatening to punch his daylights out if he catches him.]
Hold still, jackass! [Fynn yells as he lunges at the cheeky bastard. He misses, of course.] I'm placing you under arrest for plottin' to steal my car from me!
[He still thinks the blond is a debt collector croney or something.]
STOP!
[Fynn lunges at the youth again with more of a pounce and a leap this time. The kid better haul ass!]
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WIFE?!!!
[prompto wants to thank his many years of building up condition and strength in his legs by enduring all those painful and long days jogging. they are very seriously saving his life right now]
[okay but how is he a homewrecker??]
I'm not stealing anything! I don't even want to!
[he swerves to his right, narrowly avoiding getting pounced on. prompto just runs closer to the house, his back to it, so he can keep an eye out on this demon chasing him.]
I'm just taking pictures as I was being asked to do!
[not helping himself here]
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You scrawny little cuss! [Fynn all but snarls as he reaches down to grab a rock of two.] I never asked for pictures, loser! You better run back to your boss!
[He aims the rocks at the blond and throws them as hard as he can. Better be good at dodging! This jerk is aiming for the blond's head for maximum damage.]
Get outta here! Scram!
[He keeps throwing rocks at the poor man without any qualms of accidentally injuring them. If this keeps up, this might actually end in manslaughter. Surely Ardyn isn't going to let that happen, right? Right? How come that bastard is still watching from indoors? He's at the window.]
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[i got news for you buddy; prompto is somehow managing to dodge all of them, side-stepping and bending down his middle and outright barrel rolling out of the way before jumping back up on his feet. you gotta give the kid credit for being surprisingly agile. can't say much for where those rocks are landing on instead, though.]
Would you stop trying to kill me!?!
[he's almost crying--er, it's a very distressed cry*]
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1) Fynn broke the screen to his window. There is a gaping hole there now, and a breeze is coming in.
2) Fynn threw his coffee mug on the ground. It's a shattered mess in the driveway.
3) Fynn is trying to kill Prompto. This is a problem.
An eyebrow may or may not have twitched just now, or maybe it's just a trick of the light. Regardless, Ardyn leans in on the exposed windowsill with one hand, coffee still clutched in the other. He calls out, loud enough for the both of them to hear, though his exclamation is mostly directed at Fynn.]
Fynn, if you don't stop acting like a crazed fool, I'm going to turn the sprinklers on and chase you off the lawn like a wild cat. Stop assaulting your photographer, he is here for a reason.
[Did you forget?!]
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Wait a moment, you're the younger brother?!
[it sure took prompto a moment to realise they look somewhat alike]
[time for a new tactic]
He asked me to take pictures of your car!
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[Fynn was about to launch another stone at the pesky blond until he caught what Ardyn said. He strikes a pensive pose and strokes his chin. Did Ardyn really mention something about a photographer? He peers over at the lanky blond who's cowering from him in fear. This kid doesn't really look like a photographer. The blond looks like he's a missing member of the Backstreet Boys of anything, real pop idol material with a dorky side but he does have a camera.
A really nice camera.]
Is that a Canon? [He asks after a moment of thought.] Kinda looks like one.
[Still trying to remember when Ardyn talked him into hiring a photographer, Fynn throws the stone flippantly over his shoulder. The rock probably hit the neighbor's cat judging from the distant hiss that followed.]
Okay, so... [He's unfazed by that angry 'meow' of despair. Fynn is slightly coldblooded.] Awkward?
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So you did forget. I did text that I would set something up to get your car photographed, you empty-headed dolt. You owe me a new screen, and a new mug.
[A glance over at poor Prompto.] Mr. Argentum, he didn't manage to hit you with anything, did he? You're awfully quick on your feet.
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--it is! An EOS 1100 D DSLR.
[you can tell he's a nerd and knows about his shit because that probably makes sense to no one else. just 'canon' is fine, but he needs to go and make his point.]
[he's quick to turn his attention over at his not-professor when his name is called, maybe (definitely) walking towards the window and putting distance between himself and the lunatic (i mean, fynn).]
I might've gotten some grass stains on my favourite trousers, but... he didn't really hit me. [uh] G'morning!
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And welcome to my humble home. As you can see, a disaster has swept through it recently, and it's still trying to recover.
[That disaster being named Hurricane Fynn.]
We've breakfast in here, if you haven't eaten yet -- when you're done with your pictures. Assuming my baby brother hasn't made you want to turn tail and run.
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I never turn back from a job! No matter how rough it gets. [a gleeful heheh, followed by rubbing his nose. a little abashed?] I'm always happy for a breakfast invitation though.
--oh, but now that Fynn's out here, maybe he wants a picture of himself next to his car?
[he turns over to the other]