[closed]

[daemonized]

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.]

Comments

[rygdea]

Ardyn! [An annoyed huff follows once Fynn realizes that his brother hasn't answered him yet.] Did you hear my question? Hell, are you even listening to me?!

[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.