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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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[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]