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[mercurio]

WHO: prompto + various
WHERE: around the city
WHEN: throughout the week!
WHAT: dogs, friendship, fights, and blood pacts
WARNINGS: TBA

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►jirou

[mercurio]

[prompto had provided jirou the address for the animal shelter and a time he could come in. needless to say, prompto wasn't entirely sold on the first impression, so today he has half a mind to be serious and judge this guy good.]

[today is, thankfully, somewhat slow at the shelter. the cats have been fed and played and groomed, and the few dogs leftover (thankfully) and up for adoption are due their walk outside soon.]

[hopefully this guy will show up soon.]

[jirou will find prompto going through some files on a cabinet, on his haunches, seemingly invested in finding a document or another. the entrance of the shelter doesn't keep the animals, and jirou may only see them if he's allowed past the door by the counter.]

[when the door opens, a chime of bells to it, prompto reacts to greet the person--but ends up ultimately hitting the top of his head with the open cabinet drawer.]

Hey--uahghhh!

[sakeplz]

[Jirou arrives wearing a nice pair of slacks and a nice shirt with a vest. His hair is pulled back in a tail and he has sunglasses on his face. He looks every bit like a man with a ton of money to his name and the willingness to toss it around without a care in the world.

Stepping inside, he looks around and he blinks behind the sunglasses as he hears a sharp thud.

Um. Well.]

Are you okay?

[He'll just...move over to see if he's okay. Pretty easy because he's over six feet tall.]

[mercurio]

--fine! Just fine!

[he's quick to get back on his feet at the question of concern, holding onto the top of his head with both hands]

Feels like my brain got squashed like in those test crash videos, but, y'know... My eyes are focusing again...

[he's teasing, soon dropping the act and only keeping one hand to rub out the pain from his head. at least his movements don't seem drunken or anything, sharp in essence, and his words aren't slurred.]

I forgot I kept it open... Uh, welcome to the Recolle's Animal Shelter. How can I help you?

[sakeplz]

[Well, he seems to be okay. Just a bump on the head. People can survive that!]

Hi, Prompto! It's me, Jirou!

[He smiles brightly and waves his fingers a little to say hello.]

You know, you're cuter in person.

[mercurio]

[don't call him cute without warning?!]

Eh...

[because he ends up stuttering, not quite sure how to take on the compliment. not that he minds it too terribly, but h honestly hasn't had the chance to make an opinion of jirou yet.]

[looking away momentarily, he tries to keep composed]

That's not answering my question! ...though, thank you. I guess. [hrmm] I didn't think you'd come in.

[sakeplz]

But you said I had to come here and meet with you if I wanted to adopt a dog.

[He tilts his head to the side like he's not sure why anyone would think he wouldn't come in. Prompto said he needed to come in so he could meet him first! Well that and Jirou's decided for Prompto that they're friends now buuuuuuut that's another story.]

Did you think I wasn't serious?

►yoon-sung

[mercurio]

[he's concerned]

[that's the reason why he gets on his scooter and drives all the way to yoon-sung's apartment building. maybe he needs to be more careful, spending his energy like this, not quite wary about his own near-empty tank for the sake of looking after someone he considers a friend.]

[once buzzed in and allowed into the apartment itself, prompto walks in with his hands at his hips]

You look like shit, man. Sure weren't kidding about the not sleeping bit.

[he extends his fist for a fistbump, as his posture relaxes just so]

At least you're alive still.

[vendettastool]

[It's easy to be concerned. While Yoon-sung was the type to give freely, he really was uncomfortable to accept any help, so he tended to wear himself out or do something stupid that resulted in another messy breakup. Luckily he hadn't very many of those lately, not having the energy or time to indulge in dating like he had in the past. Part of it was the fact he was busy, but the other part was the hallucimemories. They were starting to get a little too unsettling.]

It's nothing I'm not use to. [Even so, he returned the fistbump and waves Prompto to a chair. Like a lot of the furniture in his place, the stylish look belies just how comfortable it really is.]

Well, it would be if it wasn't for the weird memory things.

[mercurio]

[prompto finds the chair, comfortable as it is, and sits down on it and crossing his legs. like an attentive puppy, hands at his ankles, he finds with delight that it rotates a bit... woah]

[but!]

[focusing back on yoon-sung]

I know I said, but if you wanna talk about them, I'm all ears, dude. Are they really really weird?

[vendettastool]

Well, I'm not sure if 'weird' is what I would go for. "unsettling' might be a better way to explain them.

[ Since he had been drinking ice tea, Yoon-sung went to get Prompto a glass as well before he collapsed into the other chair, drawing his legs up and resting his chin on his knees. He toyed with the hem of his sleeves and then shrugged. ]

I've had several of them, and the biggest thing I can get from them is that I was somehow part of a group on a drug farm, I wasn't carrying weapons, I was training since I was ten on how to fight, and I somehow rescued a guy by pegging a gangster with an apple.

[mercurio]

[he offers a grateful thanks at the glass of ice tea, taking a quick sip from it. prompto studies how yoon-sung sits and behaves, fidgeting when prompto remembers him as more cool and collected. not sleeping much? yeah, it shows. he knows it won't fix all of his problems, but it'd do him a world of good.]

[so, he listens, and tilts his head with an expression of mild confusion.]

That's kinda messed up, but you're more of a badass, is what I take from it.

Do you remember any of your fighting?

[vendettastool]

I guess so. I mean at least I was able to fight better?

[ And the memory didn't seem to have the same kind of mental blocks he had when it came to fighting. It was like he treated fighting as a kind of game and that didn't make sense. Was it the same guy as before when he was a child in the rain? ]

I guess so..? I've been doing a lot better in sparring, but it doesn't feel right yet. It's kinda annoying that it's not feeling right at all.

►dante

[mercurio]

[after a day of adventuring the way only dante and prompto know how to do, they've come back to prompto's small apartment to chill out. some take out (to prompto's horror, oh the calorie counting gone to hell...), some gallons of water for hydration, and some good music, and they're really all set to go.]

[it must be a little awkward, then, when prompto appears from just around the kitchen with a sharp knife in his hands.]

Dude. Remember that time we talked about a blood pact?

[guess who has a great idea]

[darkinferno]

[what the hell prompto]

[darkinferno]

[It might be funny to watch Dante's face as he goes through a number of different expressions: shock, first off, because holy shit Prompto, why are you coming out of there with that knife, before his brows lower and he frowns, shaking his head, finally settling into a deadpan Prompto's probably seen a number of times before.]

You're not serious, are you?

[A long beat.]

If you're that determined, at least use a better knife than the one you use for chopping up chicken.

[No, he's not summoning up Soul Eater for this. Instead, he'll produce the dagger that Ari gave him, usually hidden somewhere close. If you're that determined to become blood brothers, Prompto, at least do it in style!

...this probably isn't what Ari was thinking about when she'd given him this. Oops.]

[mercurio]

[prompto does, in fact, start laughing at dante's change of expression. he sets the knife down quickly on the counter (ohhh, it spins on its handle...) and returns over to dante, pulling closer the stool he was sitting on.]

Dude, that's a sick blade. The hell you get it from?

[his enthusiasm for this should not be so blatant]

[darkinferno]

Ari.

[It's a simple enough answer, but by this point there's no way that Prompto hasn't heard him talk about her more than once!]

Back when I... disappeared for a few days, she found this for me. She said it made her think of something a knight might wear.

[There's a fond, almost dumb smile on his face as he looks down at the dagger in its sheath. He'd made that crack about knights and princesses one drunken night, but it's turned into a running joke between the two of them, something that's almost gained a life of its own.]

I've been carrying it with me ever since.

[mercurio]

So, she thinks you're a knight?

[dude, that's hella romantic. prompto's a bit jealous, particularly because dante doesn't seem to appreciate the romance-- wait, no, that look on his dumb face is enough to tell prompto that he's got it right.]

[he grins]

Like a good luck charm, huh. So, we're gonna use it to make our blood oath?

[darkinferno]

Well, she's a princess, so...

[It's almost embarrassing how easily he admits to it. It would be, were he talking to anybody else.

(Yeah, Prompto, your bro is a massive dweeb. Deal with it.)]

Yeah, we'll use this. It's a lot more fitting than a kitchen knife, don't you think?

[He offers it to Prompto, hilt-first. How're they doing this?]

►freya

[mercurio]

[rec center, tuesday in the afternoon]

[prompto is beyond excited, bouncing on his feet unable to contain his energy.]

[it's not so much the idea of getting his ass kicked that has brought him here on a fool's quest, but rather at the possibility of--getting to learn some cool moves, from a very cool lady. he's always liked freya; she holds an aesthetic that prompto is so in love with--platonically, of course--with her dark skin, dark eyes, unruly hair, and goddamn strength that could probably bench press him twice over.]

[what a dream, what a babe]

Focus, Prompto!

[but in the end, he waits for freya to show up, ready and willing to learn. he just hopes he's not a complete disaster]

[belligerentwarrior]

[His enthusiasm could be called a lot of things: incredible, adorable, excessive, amusing...]

[None of which Freya could call it at the moment, seeing as she wasn't there.]

[Prompto's phone buzzes, six minutes after their agreed meeting time.]

1:06 - gonna be late. sorry. make it up to you later.

[And boy, was she late. Freya shows up at their area of the rec cen, plopping her gym bag down, nearly forty minutes late.]

Hey. Didn't mean to keep you waiting.

[mercurio]

Almost thought you were gonna leave me hanging!

[he says that, but his enthusiasm is plenty, still, as he nearly damn skips towards her. he greets her the same way he greets most of his friends... please fist bump arms with him]

But that's fine! I managed to keep myself distracted. Everything good?

[belligerentwarrior]

[Christ. Was this kid the human avatar of a superball?]

[Freya gives him a look somewhere between mildly incredulous and amused. She mimics his gesture, shaking her head a little.]

You're something. Most people would be pretty ticked. You don't have to worry about a thing; late night, that's all. Didn't mean to be dead to the world 'til noon.

[mercurio]

[prompto brings his arms up, to the back of his head, and spins on his heel towards the entrance of the rec center.]

In that case, you should've told me and we could have postponed it for another day. I know you're indulging me by doing this, so no pressure, y'know?

[regardless, he's happy that she did come! no matter that it took her a while. you will never hear him complain.]

Sometimes we all need to sleep in.

[pushing open the doors, he steps inside and leaves it open for her]

In any case! What have you got planned for me today?

[belligerentwarrior]

[She picks up the bag again, throwing it over her shoulder, and steps inside.]

Well, you're the one goin' "fight me, fight me!" [She even raises the pitch of her voice for that, as if to emulate an excited little kid.] Figured we could start there, yeah? They've got a mat and equipment you can borrow.

[This way, she could better see what he does (or doesn't?) know.]