[closed] who needs a uhaul

[openhanded]

WHO: Sorey, Mikleo, and Prompto
WHERE: Sorey's mom's place & Birch Hills
WHEN: Friday, 2/10
WHAT: Moving day!
WARNINGS: What happens when you put two Robbie Daymonds in the same place? You tell me.

[Sorey stifles a yawn as he pulls up to his mom's house again. He's already taken in a few boxes and placed them in the new and very empty living room, but the majority of his and Mikleo's stuff is still waiting to be loaded into the car. He glances around for Prompto but doesn't see him just yet, so instead he pops open the back of the wagon and sits inside with his legs hanging out.

Sorey's mom calls to him through the kitchen window, asking if he needs anything. He waves her off with a smile and checks his phone instead. Maybe something weird and new has popped up on that weird facebook-like app thing.

Maybe someone else remembers something that never happened to them.]

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[openhanded]

[Sorey nods. Mikleo's a pretty good strategist when it comes to things like this.]

Sounds good. Once the heavier stuff is out of the way, things will be a lot easier.

[He dusts his hands on his jeans.] Aside from the mattress, all of my boxes are sitting in the living room. Let's get those in first-- my mom wants them gone.

[mercurio]

[prompto, as usual, goes with the flow; smiles big once a decision has been made]

Alright! Let's go, let's go~ Getting boxes ou~t of the way♪

[at least he's enthusiastic about it! he pockets his keys and skips up the steps into the front door, leaning in a bit but not wanting to step in first without the express permission of either of the two--or at least without following after one of them]

[fashioneebo]

[Well, Mikleo has to admire his enthusiasm. He shrugs slightly at Sorey and turns towards the front door.]

Go on in! And if you get thirsty, there's lemonade and water in the fridge you can help yourself to.

[And now he'll turn to his best friend.]

Let's get the mattresses and see if we can get both of them into your car. If there's enough room, the bed frames can go in with them.

[mercurio]

Okay!

[he'll help himself inside then, going straight for the lemonade before he gets started, as you do]

[you lovebirds do u, don't mind the prompto]

[openhanded]

[Sorey doesn't mind at all. Prompto's attitude is... seriously refreshing. No wonder Sorey likes him.]

The bed frames should fit. I can pop open the back window and have them stick out through there.

[Sometimes he wishes he had a truck, but honestly, he doesn't do a lot of hauling. Maybe once his arch career kicks off he'll get something that can do offroading easily.

He heads to his room, where nothing remains except a mattress set and a few pieces of a bed frame. He goes for the mattress first. He's a decently-sized guy, so he just latches right onto the handles and grabs the thing without much trouble.]

[mercurio]

[for some reason, prompto arrives halfway through toast into sorey's room, having heard movement there a second ago. he's happy to see sorey there, and although the other seems to have it together, he can't help but wonder--]

Y'need help with this?

[taking a bite from the toast]

[openhanded]

[He glances over his shoulder, then continues pulling.]

I got it!

[... Then the mattress starts to tip over.]

... Don't got it!

[mercurio]

[toast in his mouth, prompto makes a surprised sound and hurries to hold up the mattress so it doesn't tip over]

Dwude, I sought you shaid you got thiz. Y'kay?

[okay, talking with toast in mouth is not the coolest]

[fashioneebo]

[...Mikleo hears some frantic shuffling from upstairs. Out of pure concern (okay, and maybe some utter faithlessness in Sorey's coordination), he calls up:]

Is everything okay up there?

[mercurio]

[prompto, toast in his mouth, can't be expected to reply. (he tried, but it came out all muffled) so, he glances at sorey. and tries winking.]

[we totally got this dude]

[openhanded]

[Sorey shifts so he's sort of bear-hugging the mattress, at least until the balance is saved. Then he gives Prompto a weary but grateful smile.]

Thanks.

[Oh, Mikleo's--]

Uh, we got it! We'll be out in a sec!

[fashioneebo]

...If you say so.

[He sounds unconvinced, but he'll head into the kitchen to figure out lunch for later.]

[mercurio]

[prompto's just gonna try to chew his bread while it's in his mouth like this, and does his best so they can set--the stuff down on the floor. they have to rethink how they'll do this.]

[toast crumbs all over, but minus one bread in his mouth, prompto slaps his hands together]

Wanna try again?

[openhanded]

Sorry, it's just big and awkward. [Kind of like Sorey himself.] If you can grab the other end, it should be easier. We can just kinda slide it down the stairs.

[He renews his hold on the mattress handle, while his other hand steadies the broad side.]

[mercurio]

[prompto nods, doing as he's told, humming along as this time they seem to have it. he goes first towards the stairs, and down, bracing the mattress so it doesn't just run him over.]

You're really moving everything, huh? No new mattress or anything? Say good bye to your childhood room, full of memories and dreams~!

[prompto, it's not that dramatic]

[openhanded]

[He snorts quietly from behind the mattress as they tug it along.]

I got this mattress after high school, actually-- it's not that old.

[He swings his head to make sure his mother is out of earshot.]

I'm gonna miss my mom's cooking the most... That's the real tragedy.

[fashioneebo]

[Unfortunately for him, Mikleo passes by at that exact moment.]

More like you're gonna miss your mom the most.

[Just casually calls Sorey out on that.]

[mercurio]

[of course sorey would, but instead of laughing or poking further fun at mikleo, prompto smiles. it's when they reach the bottom of the stairs without further incident that he speaks up,]

It's nice to leave home knowing you can come back any time. Your mom will still cook for you, yeah?

[must be nice... prompto's happy when people he knows have good lives to come back to, at the end of the day]