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WHO: cloud + prompto
WHERE: the crow's nest, elsewhere later
WHEN: 9/01
WHAT: two bros with a lot to catch up on
WARNINGS: this is how both jen and i die
[it doesn't take a genius to know that prompto is nervous. it doesn't take knowing prompto to realize that the obnoxious jog of his knees, the impatient scrunching of the straw wrapper between his fingers, and the self-conscious glance over the glass window to fix his hair are all signs that he's fighting down an intense feeling of anxiety.]
[for what it's worth, he's meeting his half-brother for the first time proper (barring their first meeting), in which they're meant to sit and eat like old friends, while in reality they have pretty much a lifetime to catch up on--a whole barrel of issues and worries and fears and questions to work through.]
[prompto has no idea how the night is going to go, but his lemonade has been down for over three-quarters, and despite feeling a bit better because of his medicine, he feels a queasiness in his stomach that has nothing to do with his lactose intolerance.]
[his phone is facing up beside his glass of lemonade, on the table, it lighting up with messages and notifications, but prompto simply scans through it without much interest, expecting only one name to come up: cloud strife.]
...deep breaths. Don't mention dogs, be cool, be collected... you got this, buddy.
WHERE: the crow's nest, elsewhere later
WHEN: 9/01
WHAT: two bros with a lot to catch up on
WARNINGS: this is how both jen and i die
[it doesn't take a genius to know that prompto is nervous. it doesn't take knowing prompto to realize that the obnoxious jog of his knees, the impatient scrunching of the straw wrapper between his fingers, and the self-conscious glance over the glass window to fix his hair are all signs that he's fighting down an intense feeling of anxiety.]
[for what it's worth, he's meeting his half-brother for the first time proper (barring their first meeting), in which they're meant to sit and eat like old friends, while in reality they have pretty much a lifetime to catch up on--a whole barrel of issues and worries and fears and questions to work through.]
[prompto has no idea how the night is going to go, but his lemonade has been down for over three-quarters, and despite feeling a bit better because of his medicine, he feels a queasiness in his stomach that has nothing to do with his lactose intolerance.]
[his phone is facing up beside his glass of lemonade, on the table, it lighting up with messages and notifications, but prompto simply scans through it without much interest, expecting only one name to come up: cloud strife.]
...deep breaths. Don't mention dogs, be cool, be collected... you got this, buddy.